We never remember days, only moments.

Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

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

From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.