“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”

“For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”

“In the sunet of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia.”

“Everything that’s happened to you up to this point in your life is all nostalgia of equal intensity. We’re the ones who imbue the nostalgia with emotion.”

“Toward the evening the sky took on the same color as the fires. Everything took on that color, the sky, the buildings, even the ground. Just before the sunset the red in the sky would deepen to the color of blood. I imagined the sky bleeding. I imagined the heavens suffering with us. To this day a red sunset reminds me of the bleeding sky of Auschwitz.”

“Desperation is like a spilled drink; even if it's delicious, no one will get near it. Cultivate an aura of glamorous unapproachability.”