Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited Spring.

I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core is.

And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.