He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.