Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.
I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.
Was I asleep? Had I slept?
We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.