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The human soul is a labyrinth, full of twists and turns, and we are all trying to find our way out.
We are all of us, in our different ways, seeking to escape the trap of our own minds.
A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is.
The world is a labyrinth, and we are all just trying to find our way out.
The world is a place of infinite complexity, and we are all just trying to make sense of it.
To write is to try to know what we would write if we wrote.
Writing is a way of trying to understand what happens to us.
I try to reveal the complexity of humanity through my work.
I try to explore the human soul through my work.
Through writing, I try to understand the world, and also try to make the world understand me.
The more we try to escape the system, the more we are caught in its web.
The only philosophy which can be responsibly practiced in face of despair is the attempt to contemplate all things as they would present themselves from the standpoint of redemption.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.