Of all the islands he'd visited, two stood out. The island of the past, he said, where the only time was past time and the inhabitants were bored and more or less happy, but where the weight of illusion was so great that the island sank a little deeper into the river every day. And the island of the future, where the only time was the future, and the inhabitants were planners and strivers, such strivers, said Ulises, that they were likely to end up devouring one another.

That's a pretty story,' said Afanasievna as she let go of Ansky's genitals. 'A pity I'm too old and have seen to much to believe it.' It has nothing to do with belief,' said Ansky, 'it has to do with understanding, and then changing.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Literature + Illness = Illness

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.