A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off; and if only once to stumble upon a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another, mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; and to keep on not knowing something important.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.

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

Memory at last has what I sought.

I'm drowning in papers.

I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.