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

Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species.

It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.

I was aware of the risks I was taking, but I did'nt care.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

Theory is the practice of the impotent.