That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.
Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
A labyrinth of symbols... An invisible labyrinth of time.
Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.
I ask of any God, of any gods, that if they give immortality, I hope to be granted oblivion also.
Don't talk unless you can improve the silence.