The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.
My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.
What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?