Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy.
if we don't begin by imagining the perfect society, how shall we create one?
The source of my difficulties has always been the same: an inability to accept what to others seems natural, and an irresistible tendency to voice opinions no one wants to hear . . .
You are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend, or not.
Love is music, and sex is only the instrument.
The longer I live, the more uninformed I feel. Only the young have an explanation for everything.