Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.
I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.
One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.
Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.
No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.
I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.