We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

I am myself. That is not enough.

And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because it is more important to capture moments like this, keen shifts in mood, sudden veering of direction - than to lose it in slumber.