With fear come the lies and the justifications that, no matter how convincing, lower our self-esteem.

The best work of literature to represent the American Dream is 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It shows us how dreaming can be tainted by reality, and that if you don't compromise, you may suffer.

I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.

We speak of facts, yet facts exist only partially to us if they are not repeated and re-created through emotions, thoughts and feelings. To me it seemed as if we had not really existed, or only half existed, because we could not imaginatively realize ourselves and communicate to the world, because we had used works of imagination to serve as handmaidens to some political ploy.

There is little consolation in the fact that millions of people are unhappier than we are. Why should other people's misery make us happier or more content?

I see people who talk about America, and then undermine it by not paying attention to its soul, to its poetry. I see polarization, reductionism and superficiality.

With fear come the lies and the justifications that, no matter how convincing, lower our self-esteem.