Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

After a few months without writing, months I've lived turned outward... I fear going deaf, not being able to hear the silence.

Society decides when we get old. But the spirit never ages.

Give, give, give - what is the point of having experience, knowledge or talent if I don't give it away? Of having stories if I don't tell them to others? Of having wealth if I don't share it? I don't intend to be cremated with any of it! It is in giving that I connect with others, with the world and with the divine.

I'm open to love, and I think that I will fall in love with a wonderful man.

I'm aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.

When a man's earning his living doing things he doesn't like, he feels like a slave; when he's doing what he loves, he feels like a prince.