Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul.

I don't get anywhere meditating," she said. "I see people sitting there with their eyes closed, a smile on their lips or else grave-faced and arrogant, concentrating on absolutely nothing, convinced that they're in touch with God or with the Goddess. So instead, let's listen to some music together.

we are human beings, we are born full of guilt; we feel terrified when happiness becomes a real possibility.

What is outside is harder to change than what is inside.

I write from my soul. This is the reason that critics don't hurt me, because it is me.

Sometimes an unimportant incident is capable of turning everything beautiful into a moment of anxiety. We insist on seeing the mote in the eye and forget about the mountains, the fields and the olive groves.

Man struggles to survive, not to succumb