If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.

Human vocabulary is still not capable, and probably never will be, of knowing, recognizing, and communicating everything that can be humanly experienced and felt.

Today's bread does not eliminate yesterday's hunger, much less that of tomorrow.

That is the dream of all novelists-that one of their characters will become 'somebody.'

The sun appears in one of the upper corners of the rectangle, on the left of anyone looking at the picture.

all stories are like those about the creation of the universe, no one was there, no one witnessed anything, yet everyone knows what happened.