My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all the people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Hermann Hesse
My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all the people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Hermann Hesse