I'm An Expert. I Can Kill Anybody

Perhaps We Are In This World To Search For Love, Find It And Lose It, Again And Again. With Each Love, We Are Born Anew, And With Each Love That Ends We Collect A New Wound. I Am Covered With Proud Scars.

You Have The Health You Deserve.

The Library Is Inhabited By Spirits That Come Out Of The Pages At Night.

Conceit Is A Privilege Of The Ignorant; The Wise Man Is Humble Because He Knows How Little He Knows.

Barrabas Came To Us By Sea, The Child Clara Wrote In Her Delicate Calligraphy.