Writing eases my suffering . . . writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.

Writing eases my suffering . . . writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.

Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self.

I don't want to be a strong hero who can save society. I just want to save myself.

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.

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

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.