Love humiliates you, hatred cradles you.

“How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Trut…”

“What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was …”

“I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen…”

“Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past…”