Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

You've got to understand life, understand it when you're young.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.