When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it...

I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.

But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.

I had seen the world as either white or black.
It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

We can't control what others think
We might as well go ahead and live