I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.

That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

I believe that I am not responsible for the meaningfulness or meaninglessness of life, but that I am responsible for what I do with the life I've got.

Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.

Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.

Only the ideas that we really live have any value.