I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.

We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.