Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.