Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.

...they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.

Necessity has the face of a dog.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

I don't have a method. All I do is read a lot, think a lot, and rewrite constantly. It's not a scientific thing.