“Every sentence is a wispy net, capturing a few flecks of meaning. The sun shines without…”

“What memory is made of I cannot say; my body, at least, is made of atoms on loan from the…”

“Afraid of dying, yes, but even more of not having lived, afraid of passing my days in a…”

“I also have another quality, and that is an unshakable hunger to know who I am, where I…”