When A Private Talk Over

We Live Everything As It Comes, Without Warning, Like An Actor Going On Cold.

Optimism Is The Opium Of The People.

Such Are The Splendors And Miseries Of Memory: It Is Proud Of Its Ability To Keep Truthful Track Of The Logical Sequence Of Past Events; But When It Comes To How We Experienced Them At The Time, Memory Feels No Obligation To Truth.

Between The Approximation Of The Idea And The Precision Of Reality There Was A Small Gap Of The Unimaginable, And It Was This Hiatus That Gave Him No Rest.

The Novel Is Not The Author's Confession; It Is An Investigation Of Human Life In The Trap The World Has Become