We fall in love more deeply when were unhappy.
Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.
People only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing.
I certainly see myself more as a craftsman than as an artist.
My diary has its own kind of magic. It gives me the feeling of having accomplished something. On days when I don't have time for this, I feel tortured.
...every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart.