Writing, for me, is a search for God.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.

The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love. Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry. Love is affirmation; it motivates the yes responses and the sense of wider communication. Love casts out fear, and in the security of this togetherness we find contentment, courage. We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: "Who am I?" "Why am I?" "Where am I going?" - and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.