There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.

The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

What you forget is that plants themselves want to live as much as you want them to. More.

Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.

You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.

You will always have value and nothing can change that.

I must spin good ghosts out of my hope to oppose the hordes at my window. If those who look in see me condescend to barricade the door, they will know too much and crowd in to overcome me.