Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around.

It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.

Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.

Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?

An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness