We will feel the draft blowing through the cracks in the structure of causality. — Cees Nooteboom

The world is a never-ending cross-reference.

For the sake of having her with me I had to tolerate the shadow of a tracksuited poet, but one who has taken the guise of a man in love will indiscriminately eat and drink platefuls of thistles, barrels of vinegar.

My tears are only triggered by kitsch.