Stef Ania

“Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“...In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

“A ridiculous fear pursued me, in fact: one could not die without having confessed all one's lies. Not to God or to one of his representatives; I was above that, as you well imagine. No, it was a matter of confessing to men, to a friend, to a beloved woman, for example. Otherwise, were there but one lie hidden in life, death made it definitive. No one, ever again, would know the truth at this point, since the only one to know it was precisely the dead man sleeping on his secret. The absolute murder of truth used to make me dizzy.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.”
― Stendhal