-He wants to grab everything,
can’t give up a single thing.
He changes his mind every day,
because he’s afraid he might miss the right path.
And he’s slowly bleeding to death.
– So this is how the movie ends?
– No, this is how it starts.
I like that. I like it that my country’s people have such empty, bulging
eyes. This instills in me a feeling of legitimate pride. You can imagine
what the eyes are like where everything is bought and sold – deeply
hidden, secretive, predatory and frightening.
For the first time it was inside, do you see. The control is put inside. No more need to suffer passively under ‘outside forces’ – to veer into any wind.
I’d agree to live on the earth for an eternity if they’d show me first a corner where there’s not always room for valor. ‘Universal chicken-heartedness.’ Indeed, this is the panacea, this is the predicate to sublime perfection.
They christened the child, whereat he wept and made a grimace, as though he foresaw that he was to be a titular councillor.
For how can I go so far as to try to use language to get between pain and its expression?
33. Thus we expunge the sentences that don’t get us any further.
“It was the longest day I’ve heard of outside of Irish literature.”