In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.
What good would politics be, if it didn’t give everyone the opportunity to make moral compromises.
