The writer feeds his book, he strengthens the parts of it that are weak, but afterwards it is the book that grows, that designates its author's tomb and defends it against the world's clamor and for a while against oblivion.


-Time Regained

For in this world of ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself, than Beauty: namely Grief.
--Time Regained