I Dream Of A Language

Each Concession We Make Is Accompanied By An Inner Diminution Of Which We Are Not Immediately Conscious.

He Who Has Never Envied The Vegetable Has Missed The Human Drama.

We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

To Write Books Is To Have A Certain Relation With Original Sin. For What Is A Book If Not A Loss Of Innocence, An Act Of Aggression, A Repetition Of Our Fall?

Insomnia Is A Vertiginous Lucidity That Can Convert Paradise Itself Into A Place Of Torture.