The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.