To the one me hurt within me I said: be quiet. Life is much more rough here, outside...

We often say that the heart calls out... the heart is mostly quiet, other parts are screaming for completion...

Do not hurt that so many people living in poverty is not neglect, is barbaric.

There are thresholds that you cannot step over, as if beyond lie the ghosts of those passed, as if the thresholds grow with every intention of a step, as if the soul itself becomes a threshold, preventing you from hurting, from being hurt again.

The stories of our lives – pages from the book of future, browsed one by one or in bulk.

In old age there is nothing as terrifying as the pity others (don't) show when you fall.