I don't know if they're really like everybody else, or if they're able to pretend they are.

If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair.

We do not love each other without changing each other.

We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.

But unless we are creators, we are not fully alive.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.