You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

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.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.

For all of my patients sensuality is a giving in to 'the low side of their nature.' Puritanism is powerful and distorts their life with a total anesthesia of the senses. If you atrophy one sense, you also atrophy all the others, a sensuous and physical connection with nature, with art, with food, with other human beings.

it was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.