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

This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.

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

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

After every war someone has to tidy up.