Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

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

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ''idea of them.

Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.