No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.

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.

I write to save someone's life, probably my own

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.

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.

I, who called love my hope for love.