Κάθε λέξη είναι ένας άχρηστος λεκές στη σιωπή και στο τίποτα.

“The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls…”

“Once a certain degree of insight has been reached," said Wylie, "all men talk, …”

“Lasse de ma lassitude, blanche lune dernière, seul regret, même pas. Être mort,…”

“I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay th…”