So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.

The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might've been, and never would be, whirled around us.

A lot of bad stuff in the world wasn’t really that bad until someone tried to change it.

Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business

A man trusts another man when he sees enough of himself in him.

Prisons are the temples where devils learn to prey. Every time we turn the key we twist the knife of fate, because every time we cage a man we close him in with hate.

hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words