You’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.

A man can laugh while he suffers.

Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait. Clench your teeth and wait.

Personally, as a student who loves words, who loves texts, I am concerned with finding something in the text from within.

Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness?

I remember, May 1944: I was 15-and-a-half, and I was thrown into a haunted universe where the story of the human adventure seemed to swing irrevocably between horror and malediction.

Tibet's a tragedy. It's an insult to human decency.