Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Behind Everything We Feel, There Is Always A Sense Of Fear.

When I Say "i," I Mean A Thing Absolutely Unique, Not To Be Confused With Any Other.

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist.