Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now.

In a dream, we are simply confronted with various loaded symbols, and where one is exhausted, it gives way to another.

How to live had started out as an analytical problem of how to place himself so as to intercept the flow of money in the society.

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.

What work you do! It's strange work for a Christian girl to hang old women!

When the guns roar, the arts die.