My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers - you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.