There is a kind of expressed love which is easy to subvert. When a figure is loved for their deeds, their conquests, their heroism, their goodness, their love of the people, these are easy enough to destroy... But there is a kind of love which is felt for apparently no reason... A love, inspired, it seems, by the gods, which it is impossible to fight, distort, destroy, or weaken. In fact, the attempts to destroy such loves only strengthen them. And to do nothing allows them to continue to grow at their natural pace, inexoribly, till this love becomes a wide and silent adoration.

The greatest religions convert the world through stories.

I know that human beings are capable of anything.

Without stories we would go mad. Life would lose its moorings or lose its orientations. even in silence we are living our stories

The magician and the politician have much in common: they both have to draw our attention away from what they are really doing.

We are living in enchanted time. With our spirits right.

I am not fighting for success, just to get more beauty out of myself and share it with more people.