Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.
I was happy. I loved the night, I loved it so much it almost hurt. In the night everything seemed possible. I wasn’t sleepy at all.
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal.
Paulo Coelho (via saevitas)