Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill.

Writing is one of the most solitary activities in the world.

When you were in love, you were capable of learning everything and of knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.

Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank.

But that moment exists - a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.

Since the dawn of time man understands that suffering, faced with no fear, is his passport to freedom.

The greatest sin is to miss the point of human existence.