In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.
Seriousness is the deepest pleasure we have.
I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.
Deprivation is the mother of poetry.
And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way
I don't even hate books anymore.