We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

Go into yourself. Dig into yourself for a deep answer

Just as the creative artist is not allowed to choose, neither is he permitted to turn his back on anything: a single refusal, and he is cast out of the state of grace and becomes sinful all the way through.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?