There's simply too much fuss about myself.

Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn't possible to save mankind.

I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.

Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?