At least I had frost on my nose, boots on my feet, and protest in my mouth.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips?
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy.