At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.