Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty and sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.
The world is not a solid continent of facts sprinkled by a few lakes of uncertainties, but a vast ocean of uncertainties speckled by a few islands of calibrated and stabilized forms.
But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasize my loneliness.
…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’
It may have been in bits and pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in social niceties.