By day I am nothing, by night I am I.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

My past is everything I failed to be.

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

To have opinions is to sell out to yourself. To have no opinion is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.

With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make-believe they’re happy.

From so much self-revising, I’ve destroyed myself. From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I

At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other.

I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.

Passion for knowledge, motivation for continuous learning.

First conscious thoughts to wake, first guided steps to take. What walk of path not known..... of many moments already born?

the gods are created by poets" --Ovid

I'm a basketball player. That's what I do and what I love but that's just not all who I am. I'm talented in a lot of different areas.

The good citizen need not of necessity possess the virtue which makes a good man.

Abundance is a state, not a quantity. Idea of shortage is man-made.

Whatever one may say about the perils of workshops, they help writers internalize an awareness of audience.

The music is always blasting wherever I am that people always knock on my door and say, "It's too loud!"

I'm always the girl at the party who, within five minutes, has taken my heels off, hitched up my dress in my knickers, and probably spilt drink down my cleavage.