But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
Agreement is the best weapon of defense―and the matter would be buried.
Writer speaks a stench.
His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risked.
The main thing, when a sword cuts into one's soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.
Our needs were quite different; what grips me need hardly touch you at all, and vice versa; what is innocence in you may be guilt in me, and vice versa; what has no consequences for you may be the last nail in my coffin.
There is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak.
Uncertainty, aridity, peace-all things will resolve themselves into these and pass away.
Since there was nothing at all I was certain of, since I needed to be provided at every instant with a new confirmation of my existence, since nothing was in my very own, undoubted, sole possession, determined unequivocally only by me — in sober truth a disinherited son — naturally I became unsure even of the thing nearest to me, my own body.
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
It's always questionable to intervene decisively in strange circumstances.
He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.