We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.

Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.

As a child I often wondered whether I would be allowed to live such moments- to inhabit the slow, majestic ballet of the snowflakes, to be released at last from the dreary frenzy of time. Is that what it feels to be naked? All one's clothes are gone, yet one's mind is overladen with finery.

I won't get any better by punishing the people I can't heal.

... they have never seen you ... I would recognize you anywhere.

Humans live in a world where the weak are dominant. This is a terrible insult to our animal nature, a sort of perversion or a deep contradiction.