…we Can Not Love Or Think Except

The City, However, Does Not Tell Its Past, But Contains It Like The Lines Of A Hand

One Reads Alone, Even In Another's Presence.

The Sea Where Living Creatures Were At One Time Immersed Is Now Enclosed Within Their Bodies.

Something Must Always Remain That Eludes Us ... For Power To Have An Object On Which It Can Be Exercised, A Space In Which To Stretch Out Its Arms ... As Long As I Know There Exists In The World Someone Who Does Tricks Only For The Love Of The Trick, As Long As I Know There Is A Woman Who Loves Reading For Reading's Sake, I Can Convince Myself That The World Continues ... And Every Evening I, Too, Abandon Myself To Reading, Like That Distant Unknown Woman.

The Universe Is The Mirror In Which We Can Contemplate Only What We Have Learned To Know In Ourselves