Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

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

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