Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.

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

In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

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

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