' I remember the night when S. was hanging on the handrail of that building 12 floors over the ground. He loved showing off that way and I was dying of fright. This night changed something between us and I stopped dreaming his dreams. I understood that my life was as important as his.'

' Memories aren't objects nor even thoughts, subjective ghosts like mirrors reflect something that left but doesn't really exist, invisible time..'

' There are a million thoughts and I have no idea how to say them or write about them. I hurt people I love and I hurt people who love me. Sometimes I feel like a monster. I keep asking myself why. Why am I doing that? I didn't deserve to look into her eyes...'

' I looked at them and knew that we will disappear and I never loved enough.'

' Life gave me many options and by deciding I lost something else. Enjoying what I have and being responsible for that is more important than questioning myself what I had lost...'

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' I asked my Dad did he believe in paradise and his answer was ''no''.'

' I become very comfortable with people and things I love, but one day I'll have to leave everything and it hurts already...'

' I keep old letters from my friends and lovers. They're very special to me and I feel moved when I touch them. . It is sad that e-mails replaced hand written letters. Communication is easier, quicker but it looses its quality. Fast food, fast messages, fast life, fast sex...why don't we celebrate our life? '

' What does it mean to love? Does it have to be a long or strong feeling? Can we experience love for a few seconds when we see or feel another person next to us? Can we share love by touching someone’s hand or hair, or by looking a bit longer in someone’s eyes? '

' Nature has an big impact on my life, it has no borders and I belong to it. '

' 12 years ago I confessed. I told a priest about my sexual life which I didn't regret at all but I was aware that it was against 'church' rules. He compared me that day to a broken cup and suggested that I could glue little bits together but it would never look the same as the undamaged one...that was the last time I confessed...'

' Cracow is like a drug. I love observing its quiet, little moments. But to live there means to be drugged all the time. London gave me ability to have a distance from it and separate myself from that image. '

' I feel transparent and in between, like a pilgrim, someone on the way. Well, maybe my life must be a journey. Maybe the way I live reflects who I am. '

' We travelled with no particular destination from one place to another. I could close my eyes and indicate a place on the map and Thomas would take me there the next day. During the night we watched stars on the hill, we cried and kissed, and drank lots of whisky to keep us warm.'

' It's easy to be brave when I have nothing to loose. Life isn't exactly how I see it or want to see it. Everything that happened to me, and all my decisions – made me, sculptured me...'