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.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

Pain or love or danger makes you real again....

So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

After all this kind of fanfare, and even more, I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds...

And this is not the happiness of a magazine writer who sends in his gay little philosophy of life to the editor for the one paragraph spread in front of the magazine: This is a serious happiness full of doubts and strengths. I wonder if happiness is possible. It is a state of mind, but I'd hate to be a bore all my life, if only because of those I love around me. Happiness can change into unhappiness just for the sake of change.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Cos'è quella sensazione che si prova quando ci si allontana in macchina dalle persone e le si vede recedere nella pianura fino a diventare macchioline e disperdersi? È il mondo troppo grande che ci sovrasta, è l'Addio. Ma intanto, ci si proietta in avanti verso una nuova, folle avventura sotto il cielo.