Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

The world of religion isn't a logical world; that's why children like it. It's a world of worked-out fantasies, very similar to children's stories or fairy tales.

I’ve never been in those places where I’ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and dark-years, but the darkness is mine, and the light, and my time is my own.

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.