Never believe fate is more than the condensation of childhood.

Live the questions now.

We ignore the gods and fill our minds with trash.

If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.

And yet, for some time now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which we know the least?

Animals see the unobstructed world with their whole eyes. But our eyes, turned back upon themselves, encircle and seek to snare the world, setting traps for freedom.