“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”

“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”

“The air is all softness.”

“She moved closer to me, put her hands to my face, and kissed me softly on the lips.God, it felt so good.So perfect, so right...It felt so good, I nearly fell off the roof.”

“You know, sometimes the world seems like a pretty mean place.' 'That's why animals are so soft and huggy.”

“I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.”