There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

Because history is only an aggregate of personal hostilities, personal prejudices, personal blindness and irrationality, there are times when we have to live against it.

Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.