I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.

History portrays everything as if it could not have come otherwise. History is on the side of what happened.

The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.

Someone who always has to lie discovers that every one of his lies is true

I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.

He would like to start from scratch. Where is scratch?

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.