Birth was the death of him.

“آنچه عشق می خوانند نوعی تبعید است.”

“Hell must be like... reminiscing about the good old days when we wished we were…”

“Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inabili…”

“And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as …”