My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?