Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)

When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.