Life is so impermanent that its not about somebody else or things around me, its about knowing you are completely alone in this world and being content inside. – K. D. Lang
Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is what makes us human. It is a recourse against the meaningless noise and silence of nature and history. – Octavio Paz
