If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

I am no longer afraid to say anything.

My different personalities leave me in peace now.