In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry.

Don't despair too much if you see beautiful things destroyed, if you see them perish. Because the best things are always growing in secret.

You are a mischievous one. You will cause no end of trouble. You have to travel many roads before you find the river of your destiny. This life of yours will be full of riddles. You will be protected and you will never be alone.

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

We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.

We have not yet arrived, but every point at which we stop requires a re-definition of our destination.

Magic becomes art when it has nothing to hide.