You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.