I would like to be a philosopher in ancient Athens and a poet in ancient China.

Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.

I succeeded in using my charms like a weapon; I learned to play with other's hearts and to master my own desires.

Politicians are better liars than writers.

I would like to be a philosopher in ancient Athens and a poet in ancient China.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.