We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection... We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it...to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely... When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking... I feel I lose my fire and my color.

We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.

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.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

People who want a sane, static, measurable world take the first aspect of an event or person and stick to it, with an almost self-protective obstinacy, or by a natural limitation of their imaginations. They do not indulge in either deepening or magnifying.