“Let’s not beat around the bush; I love life — that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.”

“I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.”

“My life was lucky so that I met, I loved (and disappointed) only outstanding people.”

“I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.”

“I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.”

“Where is the absurdity of the world? Is it this resplendent glow or the memory of its absence? With so much sun in my memory, how could I have wagered on nonsense? People around me are amazed; so am I, at times. I could tell them, as I tell myself, that it was in fact the sun that helped me, and that the very thickness of its light coagulates the universe and its forms into a dazzling darkness.”

“As for me, I longed to love as some people long to cry. I felt that every hour I slept now would be an hour stolen from life.”