Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves.

This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

But why should you be interested in me?" Good question. I can’t explain it myself right this moment. But maybe – just maybe – if we start getting together and talking, after a while something like Francis Lai’s soundtrack music will start playing in the background, and a whole slew of concrete reasons why I’m interested in you will line up out of nowhere. With luck, it might even snow for us.