The moments that precede sleep are very similar to death. We are filled by a torpor and it is impossible to know when the 'I' takes on a different form. Our dreams are our second life. I am incapable of going through the doors that lead us to that invisible world without a shiver.
With every farewell comes a hidden hope.
If you understand life, you need a reality check.
Only a fool makes threats, and only another fool feels threatened.
Everything you do in life will leave a mark.
A mental hospital, insanity, an insane asylum, where people were not ashamed to say that they were crazy, where no one stopped doing something they were enjoying just to be nice to others.