I pressed her thigh and death smiled

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

Each day is a drive through history.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?