One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of my inner self. ... The layers of the city of Fez are like the layers and secrecies of the inner life. One needs a guide. ... There were in Fez, as in my life, streets which led nowhere, impasses which remained a mystery.

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

People living deeply have no fear of death.

I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.