An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?