Cesare Pavese
It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?
The only joy in the world is to begin.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.