I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

Grandfather always said school’s a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.