Every thing in life is a uniform; the only time our bodies are truly in civilian dress is when we're naked.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.

Words were not given to man in order to conceal his thoughts.

Reading is probably another way of being in a place.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

I'm not pessimistic. It is the world that is terrible. How can we be optimistic in the face of a planet where people live so badly, nature is being destroyed and the dominant empire is money?

Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all.