What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?

Education is all a matter of building bridges.

The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.

Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.

There must be possible a fiction which, leaving sociology and case histories to the scientists, can arrive at the truth about the human condition, here and now, with all the bright magic of the fairy tale.

And I knew that it was better to live out one's absurdity than to die for that of others.

I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.