People always arrive promptly at the places where they are expected.

The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.

None of us can know what tomorrow will hold, because each day has its good and its bad moments.

No one knows what is going to happen in the next few minutes, and yet people still go forward, because they have trust, because they have faith.

They spent days, nights, weeks, and years talking, never accepting the fact that, good or bad, an idea only exists when someone tries to put it into practice.

We must dress according to the dictates of fashion, make love whether we feel like it or not, kill in the name of our country, wish time away so that retirement comes more quickly, elect politicians, complain about the cost of living, change our hairstyle, criticize anyone who's different, go to a religious service and beg forgiveness for our sins and puff ourselves up with pride because we know the truth and despise the other tribe who worships a false god.

The rain is falling ever harder, and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I’m drenched, but I can’t move. I don’t want to leave, because I don’t know where to go