365 9/29

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, 

but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

365 9/11

 

Sometimes, from beyond the skyscrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia,

and you remember that this desert of iron and cement

is an island

365 5/31

 

I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.

365 8/17

 

All I can say is that on this earth there are pestilences and there are victims - 

and as far as possible one must refuse to be on the side of the pestilence.

365 8/19

Sometimes, from beyond the skyscrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia,
and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.