Reality is myself, reality is only the perception of this instant and it can't be related to another person.

In the history of literature there are many great enduring works which were not published in the lifetimes of the authors. If the authors had not achieved self-affirmation while writing, how could they have continued to write?

With the beginning of life, comes the thirst for truth, whereas the ability to lie is gradually acquired in the process of trying to stay alive.

You should know that there is little you can seek in this world, that there is no need for you to be so greedy, in the end all you can achieve are memories, hazy, intangible, dreamlike memories which are impossible to articulate. When you try to relate them, there are only sentences, the dregs left from the filter of linguistic structures.

Love is so holy, so confusing. It makes a man anxious, tormented. Love, how can I define it?

Soul Mountain, the story of one man’s quest for inner peace and freedom.

Only a lunatic would think that art is superior to nature.