The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

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

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

The theme of the diary is always the personal, but it does not mean only a personal story: it means a personal relationship to all things and people. The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic; I never generalize, intellectualise. I see, I hear, I feel. These are my primitive elements of discovery. Music, dance, poetry and painting are the channels for emotion. It is through them that experience penetrates our bloodstream.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.