To restore silence is the role of objects.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

I gave up before birth.

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.