I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

Habit is a great deadener.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Make sense who may. I switch off.

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.