Math is like water. It has a lot of difficult theories, of course, but its basic logic is very simple. Just as water flows from high to low over the shortest possible distance, figures can only flow in one direction. You just have to keep your eye on them for the route to reveal itself. That’s all it takes. You don’t have to do a thing. Just concentrate your attention and keep your eyes open, and the figures make everything clear to you. In this whole, wide world, the only thing that treats me so kindly is math.
A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.
Chance encounters are what keep us going.
Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it - to be fed so much love I couldn`t take any more. Just once.
Whatever it is you`re seeking won`t come in the form you`re expecting.
Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.