Book: Life is not here

It sickened him to jerk, which makes life a half-life, and of the people - demi.

Worst of all is not that the world is unfree, but that people have forgotten how to be free.

The great thing about dreams is an incredible meeting of people and things which in ordinary life would never have happened; in the dream the boat can sail into the bedroom window, where on the bed lay a woman twenty years dead...

You think the past is behind us, already something complete and unchangeable? Oh no, the robe is sewn of iridescent taffeta, and each time, looking back, we see the past in other colors.

In rhyme and rhythm have the seductive power: the formless world, collected in the right poem, it becomes immediately transparent, accurate, clear, and beautiful.

Death becomes real when it begins to penetrate into human cracks of old age.

But if we suddenly discover our own nothingness, to escape from him? The humiliation can run only up.