You Can't Ever Be Really Free If

But That's How It Is When You Start Wanting To Have Things. Now, I Just Look At Them, And When I Go Away I Carry Them In My Head. Then My Hands Are Always Free, Because I Don't Have To Carry A Suitcase.

An Island Can Be Dreadful For Someone From Outside. Everything Is Complete, And Everyone Has His Obstinate, Sure And Self-sufficient Place. Within Their Shores, Everything Functions According To Rituals That Are As Hard As Rock From Repetition, And At The Same Time They Amble Through Their Days As Whimsically And Casually As If The World Ended At The Horizon.

I'm Not Sure I Would Have Ever Started To Draw, Let Alone Write, If My Childhood Hadn't Been So Happy. It Was A Mixture Of Comfort And Adventure. An Excellent Mixture!

Anyway, Solitary People Interest Me. There Are So Many Different Ways Of Being Solitary.' 'i Know Just What You Mean,' Said X. 'i Know Exactly What You're Going To Say. Different Kinds Of Solitude. Enforced Solitude And Voluntary Solitude.' 'quite,' Said Viktoria. 'there's No Need To Go Into It Further. But When People Understand One Another Without Speaking, It Can Often Leave Them With Very Little To Talk About, Don't You Think?

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.