Should I be what I think? But I think about being so many things!

Never read a book to the end, nor even in sequence and without skipping.

Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I'll build a castle.

The Gods sell when they give. Glory is paid for with disgrace. Poor are the happy, for they are Just what passes.

I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat. Whatever be the case, life pains me.

The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!

Every day things happen in the world that cannot be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they're mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion. Such is the law by which things that can't be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows.