Year after year students tumble along like the waters of a river. They flow away, and only the teacher is left behind, like some deeply buried rock at the bottom of the current.

Yet there seemed to be some truth in the law of probability, according to which the chance of success is directly proportionate to the number of repetitions.

Some people, when they're called before the police, like nothing better than to spill everything, fact and fiction alike, hoping to create a good impression.

The most frightening thing in the world is to discover the abnormal in that which is closest to us.

The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.

Now that you are dead, you are splendid. Photographs of people who have just died are worth twenty percent more, and for suicides there is an additional five percent. Now that you are dead you are much in demand.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.