My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.

When I hear the word 'stream' uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. And besides, it isn't new, it is…

If I gave it all up immediately, I'd lose my immortality. I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing o…

She might have been glad to confide all these things to someone. But how to speak about so elusive a malaise, one that keeps changing its shape like the clouds…

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

You can't hear me. You can't hear me. You can't hear what I'm saying. You can't hear what I'm saying to you.