Ink, a Drug.

“I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.”

“...I happen to be the kind of author who in starting to work on a book has no p…”

“Suddenly, gentlemen of the jury, I felt a Dostoevskian grin dawning (through th…”

“Az életnek, a szerelemnek, a könyvtáraknak nincs jövőjük.”