There are some things one can only achieve by a deliberate leap in the opposite direction.

The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.

The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.

My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.

To write prescriptions is easy, but to come to an understanding with people is hard.