As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.

Possessing by letting go of things was a secret of ownership unknown to youth.

Quite possibly, what I call happiness may coincide with what others call the moment of imminent danger

His conviction of having no purpose in life other than to act as a distillation of poison was part of the ego of an eighteen-year-old. He had resolved that his beautiful white hands would never be soiled or calloused. He wanted to be like a pennant, dependent on each gusting wind. The only thing that seemed valid to him was to live for the emotions--gratuitous and unstable, dying only to quicken again, dwindling and flaring without direction or purpose.

As usual, it occurred to me that words were the only thing that could possibly save me from this situation. This was a characteristic misunderstanding on my part. When action was needed, I was absorbed in words; for words proceeded with such difficulty from my mouth that I was intent on them and forgot all about action. It seemed to me that actions, which are dazzling, varied things, must always be accompanied by equally dazzling and equally varied words.