When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.
Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.
At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.
Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.
It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.
When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.