My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.

It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test your limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

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.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.