"How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?"

Nicole Kraus, Man Walked Into a Room

"Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?"

Nicole Kraus, Man Walked Into a Room

"Sometimes I get the feeling that we’re just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over, they’re just our need to be recognized. I mean, without them, we’d be unidentifiable. We’d have to reinvent ourselves every minute."

Nicole Kraus, A Man Walked Into a Room

"I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?"

John Lennon

"The bright day is done, and we are for the dark."

Shakespeare