Write something every single day, even if it's just three lines. And it doesn't matter if it's any good - just write something every day.

The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.

Time is the speed at which the past decays.

Often I think boys don’t become men. Boys just get papier-mâchéd inside a man’s mask. Sometimes you can tell the boy is still in there.

Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.

Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison!

Music’s a wood you walk through.