Dejan Stojanovic

Two forces create eternity _ a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

Dreams are our only geography__ur native land.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

All people are enslaved by something.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

Without space, there is no time.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

There are too many literati, yet very few are smart; knowledge is acquired far too easily.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

Total knowledge is annihilation Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel The world sensed only through senses And immune to the knowledge without feeling.

You don__ know anything, but I know even less.