I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: 'Quick! Quick! Quick!' And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.

We breathe, sleep, drink, eat, work and then die! The end of life is death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses and you will be powerless. Money? What for? To gratify your desires. Glory? What coems after it all? Death! Death alone is certain.

Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.