“Then the train resumed its journey, leaving in its wake, in a snowy field in Poland, hundreds of naked orphans without a tomb.”
“...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...”
“Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.”
“which so incorruptibly reduced a reality to its color content that it resumed a new existence in a beyond of color, without any previous memories.”
“Do it because it's right, not because it's right for your resume.”
“In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.”