God, in his infinite wisdom, hid Hell in he middle of Paradise, to keep us on our toes.

The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither was capable now of betraying the other.

Going after a dream has a price. It may mean abandoning our habits, it may make us go through hardships, or it may lead us to disappointment, et cetera. But however costly it may be, it is never as high as the price paid by people who didn't live. Because one day they will look back and hear their own heart say: 'I wasted my life.'

That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.

Intelligent people discuss ideas. Fools discuss how people should behave.

Everything is possible, from angels to demons to economists and politicians.

May we understand that joy is not a sin, sacrifice is not a virtue.