Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.

I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments.

I prefer men to cauliflowers

The way to write well is to live intensely.

How can I express the darkness?

Words belong to each other.