Most young people were getting jobs in big companies, becoming company men. I wanted to be individual.

I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.

What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.