Life is a flimsy branch over an abyss.

Many words will be written on the wind and the sand, or end up in some obscure digital vault. But the storytelling will go on until the last human being stops listening. Then we can send the great chronicle of humanity out into the endless universe.

Each person searches for the most beautiful jump which will be the final before leaving this world.

Our exile organizations have been our way of replacing the cities and villages we have lost.

We only have the past that we have. Not all of our deeds were incorrect.

I am a very radical person - as radical now as I was when I was younger. So my books all have in common my search for understanding of the terrible world we are living in and ways to change it.

What annoys a person who suicides? The life itself. Boredom. Tiredness that descends on every morning when you look at yourself at the mirror.