I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.

If, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you haven't yet become...will I know how to seize that chance, turn my life into a garden that will be completely different from my forebears'?

'Life has meaning and we grown-ups know what it is' is the universal lie that everyone is supposed to believe. Once you become an adult and you realize that's not true, it's too late.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

. . . maybe that's what life's all about: there's a lof of despair, but also the odd moments of beauty, where time is no longer the same . . . [like] something suspended . . . an elsewhere . . . an always within a never. Yes, that's is, an always within a never.

What does art do for us? It gives shape to our emotions.

I may know that the world is an ugly place, I still don't want to see it.