Of course there’s another choice, he thought. There is always another choice. I’m just not going to take it.

Anything can happen: anything. Or nothing. Who can say? The world, monstrous, is made that way, and in the end consumes us all. Who am I, administrated or no, to have the audacity to survive...

friendship is one thing, God another.

Curiosity is a terrible thing, he was thinking. How is it possible to stop oneself from needing to know?

There is, in every event, whether lived or told, always a hole or a gap, often more than one. If we allow ourselves to get caught in it, we find it opening onto a void...