Habit is a great deadener.

God is a witness that cannot be sworn.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

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

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.