With very few exceptions I have never remained in mutual favor very long with people I have known well. They very quickly find things wrong with me, or I with them. And I suppose nowadays I anticipate the disillusionment of others by keeping free of any illusions myself.

She weeps, like all the weak people in the world, for the lost days, for the way things once were and will never be again.

Well, if I cannot be sensible and popular at the same time, then I will always choose the virtue rather than the friends.

Whatever way it was, it only proved once again what my own mother always told me – no matter how fast you run, you can never get away from your past. It’s like your shadow, she used to say. Some people like to think their shadows disappear with the darkness but my mother always claimed that’s just the time the devil sets to work and your shadow catches up with you.

I just keep thinking that summer is here and the sun is shining and I have the whole wide sky to fly in.

It is no longer a question – if it ever was – of who will be victorious, but only how much longer we can continue to bleed.