Kafka, in everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive.

“Good question, but no answer. Good questions never have answers.”

“It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.”

“I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energ…”

“Inside him, twenty years dissolved and mixed into one complex, swirling whole. …”