But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.

Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.

I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

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

A horse is freedom so indominable that it becomes useless to imprison it to serve man: it lets itself be domesticated, but with a simple, rebellious toss of the head-shaking its mane like an abundance of free-flowing hair-it shows that its inner nature is always wild, translucent and free.