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“There were not enough words that could be spoken. They were entangled deeper than roots and always would be, and that was enough. Sometimes silence said enough.”

“I constantly ask myself if all writing is a form of mourning.”

“One day, you will walk paths I do not understand. You must find your own way forward.”

“If you had more friends, maybe you wouldn't spend so much time with your demons.”

“He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart.”

“Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.”

"The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others.”

“I know love is dark work; you have to get your hands dirty. If you hold back, nothing interesting happens. At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you; too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?”