To The Lover The Loved One Always

I Would Like To Metamorphose Into A Mouse-mountain.

Language Has Unmistakably Made Plain That Memory Is Not An Instrument For Exploring The Past But Its Theater. It Is The Medium Of Past Experience, Just As The Earth Is The Medium In Which Dead Cities Lie Buried.

Literature Tells Very Little To Those Who Understand It.

All Great Works Of Literature Either Dissolve A Genre Or Invent One.

It Is Only For Those Without Hope That Hope Is Given.