Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.
I find myself fascinating.
The border between good and evil is terribly fuzzy.
The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history.
On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth.
The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.