Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

The form [of literature] matters little to me, classical or not.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.