“The smell of summer. Smell, the language of memories. I remember the nights of youth. Nights of wonder. Nights of spending time with my dad fishing near the lake. It all comes back. Just from inhaling. Inhaling the summer.”

“Pay attention to what comes to your mind. There you will find motivations.”

“Love cannot exist without hatred.”

“Morality is an illusion manufactured by animalistic forces inside for them to get what they want..?”

“Love is a required force for survival.”

“Seek for anger. There lies treasure.”

“Imagine it is almost over. You are in a death bed. Barely breathing. Few hours left at most, and it is obvious this is the end. No more hope. No more choices. People are near you. Who are those people? Who comes to mind? Who is crucial? Who do you want to hold hands with? This is love. Life. Death. Inevitability of it all. How can something be so cruel..? How can something be so utterly beautiful..?”

“Average. Not special. In any regard. Once you realize and you admit that, how do you deal with it?”