Isolation Is A Way To Know Ourselves.

A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting Insanity.

If I Shall Exist Eternally, How Shall I Exist Tomorrow?

Either The World Is So Tiny Or We Are Enormous; In Either Case, We Fill It Completely.

I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

Anyone Who Cannot Come To Terms With His Life While He Is Alive Needs One Hand To Ward Off A Little His Despair Over His Fate... But With His Other Hand He Can Note Down What He Sees Among The Ruins.