Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
Don't force me into saying what I don't want to say, and what I won't say.
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.