Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.