If I could, I'd write a huge encyclopedia just about the words luck and coincidence

because it seemed too simple to accept that life was an act of faith.

Because of that she had never had enough energy to be herself, a person who, like everyone else in the world, needed other people in order to be happy. But other people were so difficult. They reacted in unpredictable ways, they surrounded themselves with defensive walls, they behaved just as she did, pretending they didn't care about anything. When someone more open to life appeared, they either rejected them outright or made them suffer, consigning them to being inferior, ingenuous.

I believe that I am guided by chance encounters. I believe in the miracle of chance encounters.

MySpace is an addiction.

Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose - and commit myself to - what is best for me.

The great wisdom of life is that we can be masters of the things that try to enslave us.