I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.

Life is like that, full of words that are not worth saying or that were worth saying once but not any more, each word that we utter will take up the space of another more deserving word, not deserving in its own right, but because of the possible consequences of saying it.

blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.

We can escape from everything, but not from ourselves.

If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you. No one else has lived your life.

. . . if there is a way for the world to be transformed for the better, it can only be done by pessimism; optimists will never change the world for the better.