There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.
In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.
Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.
Violence is both unavoidable and unjustifiable.
The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.