Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?

I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.

To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.

To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?

When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show what we think and feel. We let other have a glimpse into our soul.

In the years afterward, I fled whenever somebody began to understand me. That has subsided. But one thing remained: I don't want anybody to understand me completely. I want to go through life unknown. The blindness of others is my safety and my freedom.