Los ojos de los otros, nuestras prisiones; sus pensamientos, nuestras jaulas.

“There was nobody. Her words faded. So a rocket fades. Its sparks, having grazed…”

“She has no body as others have. People have no meaning to her. She has no answe…”

“I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual”

“Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.”