The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

The essential doesn't change.

How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.

I gave up before birth.