Develop your legitimate strangeness.
For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen.
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience
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.
How can we live without the unknown before us?