Mental acuity was never born from comfortable circumstances.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.