“To each his own milieu. Enhance what was already in one's possession.”
“Gnostic tales tell of the homesickness of the soul, its yearning for its own milieu…”
“The images enhanced, then negated each other. Nothing was fixed. Nothing is any one thing really, and isn't that the beauty of it all?”
“This is what Sweden is - quiet people leaning over the newspapers and coffee cups, each one with his own thoughts and destiny.”
“We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.”
“Each man's destiny is personal only insofar as it may happen to resemble what is already in his memory.”