I'm Thinking Only Of My Illness And

Evil Is The Starry Sky Of The Good.

Kill Me, Or You Are A Murderer.

Believing In Progress Does Not Mean Believing That Any Progress Has Yet Been Made.

Two Tasks At The Beginning Of Your Life: To Narrow Your Orbit More And More, And Ever And Again To Check Whether You Are Not In Hiding Somewhere Outside Your Orbit.

I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined.