He's seeing my soul, my fears, my fragility, my inability to deal with a world which i pretend to master, but about which I know nothing

Where are they written?" "In the world around us. Merely be attentive to what happens in your life, and you will discover where, every moment of the day, He hides His words and His will. Seek to do as He asks: this alone is the reason you are in the world." "If I discover it, I'll write it on clay tablets." "Do so. But write them, above all, in your heart; there they can neither burned nor destroyed, and you will take them wherever you go.

Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the the freedom that exists in the world of insanity and becomes addicted to it.

We can't choose our lives, but we can DECIDE what to do with the joys or griefs we're given.

...and I discovered something: the meaning of my life was whatever I wanted it to be.

When you dance you can enjoy the luxury of being you.

Forget about shortcuts. Instead, enjoy the wonders of your path.