It wasn't a dance, but the complete absence of noise and movement, the silence, that brought me in contact with myself.

I saw that everything really was written there before me, and that the doors had only been closed before because I hadn't realized that I was the one person in the world with the authority to open them.

No one owns anything. Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine.

Some books make us dream, others bring us face to face with reality, but what matters most to the author is the honesty with which a book is written.

We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.

All statutes to the contrary are revoked.

You may not be winning, but this doesn't mean you are losing