I'm an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

…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.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.

Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it.