Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my templeโthese are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.
A good laugh is the best pesticide.
Readers are not sheep, and not every pen tempts them.
The square root of I is I.
I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.โฆ Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.