Farewell, dearest friend, never to see one another any more till at the right hand of Christ.
“Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.”
“Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.”