Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.
Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in the form of one entirely satisfying presence.
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
How can we live without the unknown before us?
For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen.
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.