As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

If we have no other reality beyond the illusion, you too must not count overmuch on your reality as you feel it today, since, like that of yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.

One cannot choose what he writes - one can only choose to face it.

Phantoms in general are nothing more than trifling disorders of the spirit; images we cannot contain within the bounds of sleep.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

My opinion is a view I hold until... well, until I find something that changes it.