Your preparation for the real world is not in the answers you’ve learned, but in the questions you’ve learned how to ask yourself.

In the depths all becomes law.

There would have to be bread, some rich, whole-grain bread and zwieback, and perhaps on a long, narrow dish some pale Westphalian ham laced with strips of white fat like an evening sky with bands of clouds. There would be some tea ready to be drunk, yellowish golden tea in glasses with silver saucers, giving off a faint fragrance.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.

I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.