I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

I have written too much about lives - I feel I have lived for too long.

Politicians are better liars than writers.

The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.

I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.

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.