It was. It will never be again. Remember.

“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and…”

“إن كل يوم يجلب معه الصراع نفسه ، الخواء نفسه ، الرغبة نفسها في النسيان وفي عدم …”

“You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.”

“It always stimulates me to discover new examples of my own prejudice and stupid…”