If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.

Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.

The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one’s eyes without seeing anything.

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"

Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.

Nature is actually unnatural