I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I've tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied

I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of it all, I find that I love.

Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.

Life is as the sea, art a ship in which man conquers life's crushing formlessness, reducing it to a course, a series of swells, tides and wind currents inscribed on a chart.

There are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.

If the word has the potency to revive and make us free, it has also the power to bind, imprison and destroy.

Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.