You Marry The Day You Realize The

Where The Myth Fails, Human Love Begins. Then We Love A Human Being, Not Our Dream, But A Human Being With Flaws.

The Preoccupation Of The Novelist: How To Capture The Living Moments, Was Answered By The Diary. You Write While You Are Alive. You Do Not Preserve Them In Alcohol Until The Moment You Are Ready To Write About Them.

Pain Is Something To Master, Not To Wallow In.

I Love Your Silences, They Are Like Mine.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.