An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.

I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Problem is, once I sit at my desk and put all these down on paper. I realize something vital is missing. It doesn't crystallize - no crystals, just pebbles. And I'm not transported anywhere.