Lord knows why they depict death with wings when death is everywhere.

Even death, faced with the option of death or life, she would choose life.

Oh, I'm not just going too far, I've arrived.

There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.

Dignity has no price ... when someone starts making small concessions, in the end life loses all meaning.

...sometimes we ask ourselves why happiness took so long to arrive, why it didn't come sooner, but appears suddenly, as now, when we've given up hope of it ever arriving, it's likely then that we won't know what to do, and rather than it being a question of choosing between laughter and tears, we will be filled by a secret anxiety to which we might not know how to respond at all.

In effect I am not a novelist, but rather a failed essayist who started to write novels because he didn't know how to write essays.