“When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.”
“Art doesn't go to sleep in the bed made for it. It would sooner run away than say its own name: what it likes is to be incognito. Its best moments are when it forgets what its own name is.”
“When you're conscious of what you're permitting to germinate inside you, the weeds in your life will wither away of their own accord.”
“I feel like I'm sleeping when I'm awake, and really living when I'm asleep.”
“In his mind, it's becoming more and more difficult to differentiate between the two. Both woman seem to be merging into one, and it's now impossible for him to stay away.”
“The fire seemed to live, go down, or die according to its own schemata. In the morning, however, it always saw fit to die.”