If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.

When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

Language is so different from life. How am I supposed to fit the one into the other? How can I bring them together?

Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".

Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.