“Time plays no role in the life of one man—the subtle consciousness of it floating past me is more than enough. Years, months, days,… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“In an era where Existence is incontestable, Truth is subjective, and Reality is perceived, fiction must mediate between the three.” — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“Without children, there is no careless play; the laughter has died. Only the gruesome reality of the day is left, an unchanging reality knowing… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“Silence—people are afraid of it—they feel the need to make small talk, anything, just to break the stillness. I don’t feel any such need.… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“The people walking by seem so unreal, so removed from the world that any resemblance between them and me seems strictly genealogical. Humanoids with… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“I would like to believe and give in to my naiveté, I would like to embrace the fact that I am back in the… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“An unexpected sight opens in front of my eyes, a sight I cannot ignore. Instead of the calm waters in front of the fortress,… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“The train station—busy, swarming with people, luggage, porters, taxi drivers and limousine chauffeurs—a giant honeycomb, with worker bees flying in and out, carrying the… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“My father was a stand–up man who, unfortunately, did not have anything to stand up for. An eternal conflict burned in his heart, a… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
“I work on the wine. It tastes somewhat tart, but that could be because I normally drink white. However, today is a different kind… — Henry Martin Copy Share Image
