What is it that we call loneliness. It can’t simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it?

To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game. And there is as much difference between us and ourselves as between us and others

When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show what we think and feel. We let other have a glimpse into our soul.

Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.

Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?