“Kissed mouth don’t lose its fortune, on the contrary it renews itself just as the moon does.”
“…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.”
“He's kissing me. And when he does, part of me is lost. But it's the part that's twisted and mangled and wrong, and for just that moment, with his hands in my hair and his lips on my mouth, I can pretend that it never existed.”
“Justice must always question itself, just as society can exist only by means of the work it does on itself and on its institutions.”
“The limitation of the ethical phenomenon to its place and time does not imply its rejection but, on the contrary, its validation. One does not use canons to shoot sparrows.”
“Losing is never just by itself a loss...”