It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.
One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isnโt aware of it.
Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.
A book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us.
Itโs a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.
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.