Two in distressmake sorrow less.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

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

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.