If tonight is my last, I would run towards the sea, wildly swim the tides, the jump up the hills, flounder the cliffs and take all big strides, for I am a wanderer, awed by nature's charm who would love to breathe his last in its embracing arms.

In failure, you begin to lose friends. In success, you lose most of them.

Now that we are born, let us live in a trance.

A writer observes you far sharply than others and therefore you find your traits in a book.