“i glimpse in the distance certain road,clearing silent in the morning after the niight demons have fled:the feuture,the ageless future,where there is always time to crea”

“World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--”

“If the sculptor uses stone and if the road builder also uses stone, the first uses it in a way that it is not used, consumed, negated by usage, but affirmed, revealed in its obscurity, as a road that leads only to itself.”

“F**k them is what I say. I hate those ebooks. They can not be the future. They may well be. I will be dead. I won't give a s**t.”

“I made her, she was my handiwork!”

“Only soldiers and labouring men can appreciate how glorious it really is to lie late in bed in winter-time. When your life revolves around having to to be at work at seven o'clock in the morning you know everything about that ghastly lep up still half asleep and the rush to put your head under a tap of ice-cold water with the barbarous object of shocking yourself awake.”

“It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.”