Under each formula lies a corpse.

Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.

A civilization begins to decline the moment Life becomes its sole obsession.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.