That is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death, but to heighten and create life all around me. I also write because when I am writing I reach the high moment of fusion sought by the mystics, the poets, the lovers, a sense of communion with the universe.

Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering experiences.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in your life. You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. Take control and choose to focus on what is important in your life. Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.