It's much more important to write than to be written about.
Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.
He governed as if he felt predestined to never die
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
Nobody teaches life anything.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.