One is always at home in one's past.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me. I don't give a damn for the group, the community, the masses, and so forth.

Coordinating there Events and objects with remote events And vanished objects. Making ornaments Of accidents and possibilities.

My little cup brims with tiddles.

Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

The future is but the obsolete in reverse.