One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

We Are, All Of Us, Poor Wretches, And Those Who Prefer Not To Understand This Are Even Worse Off Than The Rest Of Us.

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

A Nomad I Was Even When I Was Very Small And Would Stare At The Road, That White Spellbinding Road Headed Straight For The Unknown ... A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.