When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

Stop texting first and see how many dead plants you’ve been watering.

If you’re to trust one person, let it be yourself.

How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?

Those who clap you on the back with one hand may clench envy’s mask behind theirs with the other.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

That swan is the spawn of Satan. Never get closer to it than we are now.

Humans are more venomous than snakes.

It’s not imaginary. It’s my great perhaps.

If you’re absent during my struggle, don’t expect to be present during my success.

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

It’s hard to tell who has your back, from who has it long enough just to stab you in it.

The pigs can’t stop the fox; I’m too quick. I can rhyme while I run; I’m that slick.

Trust no one but… your barber!

This mystery can’t be solved. We have to live with that for the rest of our lives.