-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.