There are so many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see.

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.

I think that we are supernatural. We are unique. We're the only animals in the universe that we know of that actually have self-consciousness, a sense of time and our own mortality.

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.