Things which cost nothing are those which cost the most. Why? Because they cost us the effort of understanding that they are free. - Cesare Pavese

In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid.

Consider this point carefully: nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.

Why does a man who is truly in love insist that this relationship must continue and be "lifelong"? Because life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic. Who would want to wake up halfway through an operation?