Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.

“You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you …”

“Like a Chinese box, the world of the novel contained smaller worlds, and inside…”

“إنني أحصل على عيشي من مجرد أن أبدو عظيما طوال الوقت”

“It is cognition that is the fantasy.... Everything I tell you now is mere words…”