I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.

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.

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.

Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.

No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.

Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd