Each Of Us Is The Only Person

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.

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.

Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance Erode Them Like Acid.

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.

When You Want To Believe In Something, You Also Have To Believe In Everything That's Necessary For Believing In It.