But the world, in its present state, is no place for princesses.

When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

Poverty is a reaper: it harvests everything inside us that might have made us capable of social intercourse with others, and leaves us empty, purged of feeling, so that we may endure all the darkness of the present day.

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

...what I dread more than anything else in this life is noise...silence helps you to go inward..anyone who is interested in something more than just life outside actually needs silence.

Music plays a huge role in my life. It is music that helps me to endure ... well ... everything there is to endure.

I am going to die, but that is of no importance.