Millions of couples out there practiced the art of sadomasochism every day, without even realizing it. They went to work, came back, complained about everything, insulted their wife or were insulted by her, felt wretched, but were, nonetheless, tightly bound to their own unhappiness, not realizing that all it would take was a single gesture, a final goodbye, to free them from that oppression.

I carry with me many scars, but I also carry with me moments that would not have happened if I had not dared to go beyond my limits

Love doesn't limit itself to relationships: it is a celebration of life.

Go for the impossible. I always tried to find my own limits. So far I did not find them, so my universe is in constant expansion.