I work only with lost and founds.

I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.

So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.

For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.