You shouldn't have asked," I said. "Love doesn't ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It's an inexplicable fear; it's difficult even to describe it. Maybe it's the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It's ridiculous, but that's the way it is. That's why you don't ask-you act. As you've said many times, you have to take risks.

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.

Comparing objects like cars, houses, clothes, and defining life according to those comparisons, instead of trying to discover the real reason for being alive.

We want to answer this classical question, who am I? So I think that most of our works are for art, or whatever we do, including science or religion, tried to answer that question.

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

When we are living our dream, the difficulties we encounter make sense.

one cannot judge the beauty of a path merely by looking at its entrance.