None of us can avoid being contaminated by the world's evils; it's all a matter of what attitude you take towards them.

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.

those who judge must take all aspects of an individual's personality into account.

I have a recurring fantasy that one more article has been added to the Bill of Rights: the right to free access to imagination.

The more we die, the stronger we will become

The dearer a book was to my heart, the more battered and bruised it became.

Once evil is individualized, becoming part of everyday life, the way of resisting it also becomes individual. How does the soul survive? is the essential question. And the response is: through love and imagination.