When illness enters a home, not only does it take hold of a body. It also weaves a dark web between hearts, a web where hope is trapped.

In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song.

Music plays a huge role in my life. It is music that helps me to endure ... well ... everything there is to endure.

...This is the first time I have met someone who seeks out people and who sees beyond. [...] We never look beyond our assumptions and, what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves. We don't recognize each other because other people have become our permanent mirrors. If we actually realized this, if we were to become aware of the fact that we are alone in the wilderness, we would go crazy. [...] As for me, I implore fate to give me the chance to see beyond myself and truly meet someone.

To the rich, therefore, falls the burden of Beauty. And if they cannot assume it, then they deserve to die.

We never look beyond our assumptions and what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.

Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.