It’s amazing that I sit at my job all day and no one sees me clearly enough to say What is that boy doing behind a desk?

There are crimes I don’t commit mainly because I don’t want to find out I could.

Think of all the smart people made stupid by flaws of character. The finest watch isn’t fine long when used as a hammer.

How sure we are that everyone’s watching. How sure we are that no one sees.

Here in the last minutes, the very end of the world, someone’s tightening a screw thinner than an eyelash, someone with slim wrists is straightening flowers...

Envy is ashamed of itself. If it weren’t hanging back, it would go all the way to emulation and love.

The first quest or the first love is also the last. The second isn’t.

So many times I’ve made myself stupid with the fear of being outsmarted.

You have two kinds of secrets. The ones only you know. The ones only you don’t.

Music is the highest art, no question. But literature is a friendlier one. It depends on us more, bores us more quickly, can’t go on if we don’t, can’t stop saying what it means, can’t stop giving us something to forgive.