That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.
To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no...
Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.
It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
