I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.

Ordinary life does not interest me.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.