“To her, the name of father was the name of god.”

Love taught me to stay alive in the battle of life.

You deserve to be a happy person you were born to be.

The whisky brings back all the memories of you.

I wish I could live inside my dreams with you together forever.

She broke my heart but fixed my vision.

I don’t have time means I don’t want you anymore.

True love has the power of coming back.

Time heals all wounds, and you will come back better and stronger.

Tears are the root of happiness.

I am losing all sense of decency.

Whenever she smiles, my pain lost its breath.

We all have time, priorities play a role.

Calm and silence win the peace.

First, wear your mask. Then destroy it. This is all of life.

Dried roses in the old novels make me believe in love stories.

Mask continues to ruin my life.

My father was also interested in stocks. When I was a young child, he and his friends would drink in the evening and discuss about the stock market.

There are some men in this world who are born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father’s one of them.

I love it. I hate that word (fatherhood), but I love being a father; it’s changed everything in so many ways.

What I do now is all my dad’s fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.

My father believes that Western religions are death cults, which I agree with.

I love photography and first editions. I have that in my genes. My father was an archivist.

My dad was just the king of finding these little spots for us to stay that we should never have been staying at.

I love every minute of fatherhood, staying up all night, changing nappies, kids crying, I find it really funny and inspiring. It connects you to the world in a new way.