I can't go on. I'll go on.
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
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.
We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?