Most people think that I am too optimistic, but my optimism is based on the thought that negative thinking is a luxury that we can't afford.

Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

I wonder why men can get serious at all. They have this delicate long thing hanging outside their bodies, which goes up and down by its own will. First of all, having it outside your body is terribly dangerous. If I were a man I would have a fantastic castration complex to the point that I wouldn't be able to do a thing. Second, the inconsistency of it, like carrying a chance time alarm or something. If I were a man I would always be laughing at myself.

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in

Getting into creating in a new genre is like arriving to a new country.

I'm not going to doubt my life.