One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.
The object of art is to give life shape.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man.
Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.