No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open.
Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!
Only in the books written in earlier times did she sometimes think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive.
We all have appointments with the past.
It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.
... the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion.