It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them, want to become real.
Tomas TranstromerWe always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them is me. The mirror sees only my latest face, while I know all my previous ones.
Tomas TranstromerA person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.
Tomas TranstromerIn the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly.
Tomas Transtromer