Literature Is The Memory Of Humanity.

Men Want All Women To Lie Down As Whores And Get Up As Virgins.

No Matter How Much You Know A Human Being, You Don't Know Him Enough.

But My Gloom Did Not Lessen. I Knew That I'd Had A Bad Dream, And I Stood In The Dark Trying To Recollect It. The Second I Closed My Eyes, I Was With The Dead. They Did Things Words Cannot Express. They Spoke Madness. ("hanka")

When A Day Passes, It Is No Longer There. What Remains Of It? Nothing More Than A Story. If Stories Weren't Told Or Books Weren't Written, Man Would Live Like The Beasts, Only For The Day.

I Believe In Free Will. I Have No Choice.