A library is infinity under a roof.

A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof; a half a dozen kissed the eaves, and made the gables laugh.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Don’t complain about the snow on your neighbor’s roof when your own doorstep is unclean.

The stars were my best friends. The air was full of legends and phantoms, full of mythical and fair-tale creatures, which suddenly flew away over the roof, so that one was at one with the firmament.