The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.

That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.