So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years.

Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?

I am still there, at that distant place in time, I never left it, but live expanded in the past, or out of it.

Sometimes, we are afraid of something because we're afraid of something else.

That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?