that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.
Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.
To truly hate is an art one learns with time.
The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.
Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive
I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.