“When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…”

“Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O yes, W. Remember your epiphanies on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once...”

“One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.”

“I once read somewhere that, in any relationship, the one who cares the least is the one with all the power.”

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”