A man never begins by presenting himself as an individual of a certain sex; it goes without saying that he is a man. - Simone de Beauvoir

The whole world was nothing but an exile with no hope of a return.

É completamente estúpido escrever cartas de amor, não pode ser transcrito através de uma simples carta, mas o que fazer quando este horrível oceano nos separa do homem que amamos?

What did today's sacrifices matter: the Universe lay ahead in the future. What did burnings at the stake and massacres matter? The Universe was somewhere else, always somewhere else! And it isn't anywhere: there are only men, men eternally divided.