I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.

If you think you’re the only person for whom life is painful, you’re wrong. And if you don’t mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care – although, to tell the truth, I don’t see why?

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

While you're working, you don't have to look life in the eye.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.