Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.