To think is an act. To feel is a fact.

So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.

I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.

For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.

I work only with lost and founds.

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.