All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven't got even that much, however loveless and boring - this is one of the harshest human miseries.

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.