I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.

A human being - what is a human being? Everything and nothing. Through the power of thought it can mirror everything it experiences. Through memory and knowledge it becomes a microcosm, carrying the world within itself. A mirror of things, a mirror of facts. Each human being becomes a little universe within the universe!

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

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.

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

Life is a slope. As long as you're going up you're always looking towards the top and you feel happy, but when you reach it, suddenly you can see the road going downhill and death at the end of it all. It's slow going up and quick going down.

To lie about a far country is easy