I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.

Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to obscure or quite obliterate the picture by our deeds while we are still in this world.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

There was once a community of scoundrels, that is to say, they were not scoundrels, but ordinary people.