And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

Always first draw fresh breath after outbursts of vanity and complacency.

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.