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

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.

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

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

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

For the spell is older than experience. For the tale is older than the record.