A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.

I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.