Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they all rise together, frightened away, is like the sound of giant sails flapping.

It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test your limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing."