Memories are worse than bullets.

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.

He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets.

I discovered that seventeen-year-old girls have such huge verbal energy that their brain drives them to expend it every twenty seconds. On the third day I decided I had to find her a boyfriend -- if possible, a deaf one.

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?

Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.