He had to choose between something he had become accustomed to and something he wanted to have.
The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.
No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone's eyes.
Love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.
Today I am a woman torn between the terror that everything might change and the equal terror that everything might carry on exactly the same for the rest of my days.
We live in a vale of tears...We can have all the dreams we like, but life is hard, implacable, sad.