I repeat one of my mantras. 'This is not happening. This is not real. This did not happen to you. That was someone else.

Ricky just listens. He isn't shocked. He isn't surprised. He listens to me because he knows. He knows the shame and the guilt and the sorrow and the rage. And he does not judge me. He just listens.

Menulis kembali kenangan masa lalu butuh sebuah keberanian.

God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. (“Mad House”)

Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

Be grateful for all ordeals, they are the shortest way to the Divine.

In a completely rational society, the best of us would be teachers and the rest of us would have to settle for something else.

It takes a fierce devotion to defend your artistic space, and eternal vigilance over it, because the needs of others will grow like vines in your little plot and claim it back for the jungle.

Generosity makes at least two people feel good.

Before sight and sound hijacked our attention, we shared with all life a sort of common sense, a chemical sense that depended on direct contact with matter in the water or the air.

Kaizen is like a hotbed that nurtures small and ongoing changes, while innovation is like magma that appears in abrupt eruptions from time to time

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.