Life + a cat ... adds up to an incalculable sum.

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love.

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.