The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary. |
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast. |
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast. |
The year 2005 was the first in my life when I did not write a single line. |
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood. |
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it. |