‘Author’ as a myth of days gone by? – No, actually not.

‘Sit!’ he said to the troubling interior part of himself – and so he sat there, the dog, he sat and sat.

What’s your favourite thing to do? – Keep a lookout. – But you mostly look at the floor?! – So?

The untranslatable German language, time and again: ‘to have the after seeing’ [das Nachsehen haben] ‘to have the before love’ [vorlieb nehmen]; every language nearly untranslatable? – So translate! (Saludos a Miguel de Cervantes)

This too is company: ‘in the company’ of a fingered glove spread on the backrest of a stone bench at the edge of a village green. Is it really necessary to speak in such detail of a ‘fingered glove’? Yes, it is necessary, and to add that the woollen fingers, frosted white, glitter in the sun of the new year. (Picardie)

Ambition, yes, but at the same time: descend from the one you look up to.

Ideal: cheerful negligence.