You think your pains and heartbreaks are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. [and then you discover that others have suffered much more than you and your problems look good in comparison]

There are too many things we do not wish to know about ourselves.

You write in order to change the world.

For nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom.

When you're writing you're trying to find out something which you don't know.

And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time, and furthermore, to win.

Whatever you describe to another person is also a revelation of who you are and who you think you are. You can not describe anything without betraying your point of view, your aspirations, your fears, your hopes. Everything.