The man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present... he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future... he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear.

I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

The love between dog and man is idyllic, dogs were never expelled from paradise.

Once her love had been publicized, it would gain weight, become a burden.