They were strange books. They spoke about mercury, salt, dragons, and kings, and he didn't understand any of it.

The great blessing of life is the existence of tomorrows - and having dreams to realize.

The warrior of light plunges unhesitatingly into the river of passions always flowing through his life.

But now I knew that true love was above all that and that it would be better to die than to fail to love.

Start using your wings; they need some exercise.

There's a lot of me in it. But the character is more egotistical. I'm also egotistical, but not the way the character is. This guy is successful, he has everything, but his wife has left him. The most important value - love - is missing. What is wrong with this institution called 'marriage'? What is wrong with this institution called 'the pursuit of happiness'?

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.