Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.

Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.