Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Hope without love is hopeless.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.