I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it. - Eugène Ionesco

Iubiți cititori...fiecare dintre voi are dreptate, numai ceilalți greșesc. Totdeauna. Cu o condiție: nici unul dintre voi să nu-și închipuie că e celalalt. Nu vă încredeți în afirmațiile altora. Repuneți totul în discuție. Fiți voi înșivă. Nu ascultați nici un sfat: cu excepția acestuia.

When I was born, I was almost fourteen years old. That's why I was able to understand more easily than most what it was all about.

Year after year of dirty snow and bitter winds… houses and whole districts of people who aren’t really unhappy, but worse, who are neither happy nor unhappy; people who are ugly because they’re neither ugly nor beautiful; creatures that are dismally neutral, who long without longings as though they’re unconscious, unconsciously suffering from being alive.