My Ideal Goal Is To "mature" Into

Even In The Depths Of Sleep, In Which He Had To Satisfy His Need For Protection And Love By Curling Himself Up Into A Trembling Ball, He Could Not Rid Himself Of The Feeling Of Loneliness And Homelessness.

How Can One Not Succumb And Allow One's Courage To Fail When Everything Is Shut Tight, When All Meaningful Things Are Walled Up, And When You Constantly Knock Against Bricks, As Against The Walls Of A Prison?

Ordinary Facts Are Arranged Within Time, Strung Along Its Length As On A Thread. There They Have Their Antecedents And Their Consequences, Which Crowd Tightly Together And Press Hard One Upon The Other Without Any Pause. This Has Its Importance For Any Narrative, Of Which Continuity And Successiveness Are The Soul.

In Our Town There Was A Gestapo Officer Who Loved To Play Chess. After The Occupation Began, He Found Out That My Father Was The Chess Master Of The Region, And So He Had Him To His House Every Night.

Lifelessness Is Only A Disguise Behind Which Hide Unknown Forms Of Life.