Without freedom there is no art.
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.
Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.
In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.
The most knowledgeable person in one domain may be the most ignorant in another.
I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.