We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends
Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.