I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.

A symbol always transcends the one who makes use of it and makes him say in reality more than he is aware of expressing.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

Do you believe in God, doctor?" No - but what does that really mean? I'm fumbling in the dark, struggling to make something out. But I've long ceased finding that original.

We're going forward, but nothing changes.