don't you think between here and now we will see each other once or twice?

The world's crazy, when it comes to beauty.

My way of writing a book is completely disorganized - to hurl myself at the problem, over and over.

I do not enjoy writing at all. If I can turn my back on an idea, out there in the dark, if I can avoid opening the door to it, I won't even reach for a pencil.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves?

In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that's why we call it the present. If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And If not now, when? A brick alone is nothing but a brick. It takes a collection of bricks to build a house. Instructor, what?? You mean you teach best what you most need to learn