Death is too easy; life is too hard. That is why I am in the middle.

I am a spectre, a ghost, an apparition. That is why I have no friends.

It’s funny: The amount of time we spend, alone, with nothing but time to spend.

Taking my last breath, here I go – the last movement I shall ever make. Caught in this moment: I hesitate.

I apply some pressure. With little effort, I observe the fissure. The skin distorts, with my feelings of hate, my mind, I reassure.

If you fall down, get back up. But how can you get back up if you can’t stop falling?

Those always remembered are never forgotten. But if you are never forgotten, are you always remembered? Think about it.

Opportunities are surrounded by difficulties – and outnumbered.

Girls… I understand some – not all, and not none.

People who think they have fifty friends, most likely have none. People who think they have no friends, most definitely have none.