The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.

I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!

A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off; and if only once to stumble upon a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another, mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; and to keep on not knowing something important.