To die; to decide to die; that's much easier for an adolescent than for an adult. What? Doesn't death strip an adolescent of a far larger portion of future? Certainly it does, but for a young person, the future is a remote, abstract, unreal thing he doesn't really believe in.

The moment Kafka attracts more attenetion than Joseph K., Kafka's posthumous death begins.

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

The love between dog and man is idyllic, dogs were never expelled from paradise.

The difference between the university graduate and the autodidact lies not so much in the extent of knowledge as in the extent of vitality and self-confidence.

Is a novel anything but a trap set for a hero?

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.