In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.

We are willing to believe anything other than the truth.

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.

The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.