I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.

If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.

Sex is something you do. Sexuality is something you are.

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.