the impossibility of being humanall too humanthis breathingin and outout and inthese punksthese cowardsthese championsthese mad dogs of glorymoving this little bit of light towardusimpossibly.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

he had kidded with us that if we didn't let go at the proper moment, he would slap our hands with a stick, and we had all laughed because who would be silly enough to hang on when they should let go?

Most people have no idea what Cabo Verde is or even where it is to mention, so I definitely want to make people aware of this beautiful culture.

Essex is an amazing county, with its own set of rules. It's a completely different world.

They did not want anything to do with me in Paris and they were right: they have gone much further than I, but I will work and I too will progress.

A lot of people are upset that I'm not working. They say it's a disgrace.

Most of us live in a Jackal world where we take turns using the other person as a waste basket for our words.

Now that doctors have stopped making house calls, lots of patients now have to die without their help.

You may be sure, dear Crito, that inaccurate language is not only in itself a mistake: it implants evil in men's souls.

Women and love are underpinnings. Examine them and you threaten the very structure of culture.