Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility.

An expectation was there, mixed in with so many other emotions - excitement, resignation, hesitation, confusion, fear - that would well up then wither on the vine. You're optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run.

I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.