Aimer aux yeux des enfants c’est veiller. Veiller le sommeil, apaiser les craintes, consoler les pleurs, soigner les maladies, caresser la peau, la laver, l’essuyer, l’habiller.

Lire c’est errer. La lecture est l’errance.

Le romancier est le seul menteur qui ne tait pas le fait qu’il ment.

The sea is not a surface. It is, from top to bottom, an abyss. “If you want to cross the sea, sink.

Primo Levi laid bare the oldest function assigned to music. Music, he writes, was felt to be a “malediction.” It was a “hypnosis of continuous rhythm that annihilates thought and numbs pain.

This is the hour of silence. In no way does silence mean lack of sound: it means a state in which the ear is the most alert.

Nothing human has ever mattered to this world. Nothing human has ever excited the interest of rivers or flowers. Everything fades away in the specks of this blurred haze that the fire of the sun has added to the heat of the light.

Tous les matins du monde sont sans retour.

Del otro, lo aceptaban todo, incluso lo que no comprendían.

Sentía la necesidad de reconocer todo lo que había vivido. Sentía la necesidad de recuperar todo lo que aquí, tiempo atrás, descubrió del mundo.