…I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn't really happy.

One should read Borges more.

If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear.

But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

You run risks. That's the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny's whims.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats