For me, beauty is always retreating from one’s grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed.

“To see human beings in agony, to see them covered in blood and to hear their de…”

“...of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most maligna…”

“Но веднага проумях и друго - "Дворцовата колесница" в изпълнение на Кашиваги зв…”

“Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and…”