"If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all
an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their
spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe? From what?
Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same
place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a
flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn."
