Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.

When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me, But The Earth In Me.

When A Writer Is Born Into A Family, The Family Is Finished.

He Returns Years Later, Has No Demands. He Wants Only One, Most Precious Thing: To See, Purely And Simply, Without Name, Without Expectations, Fears, Or Hopes, At The Edge Where There Is No I Or Not-i.

The Child Who Dwells Inside Us Trusts That There Are Wise Men Somewhere Who Know The Truth.

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends