Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.
It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.
I prefer you like this, when you're in a foul mood, because you tell the truth.
Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.
I was aware of the risks I was taking, but I did'nt care.
It's up to you how you waste your time and money. I'm staying here to read: life's too short.