My ideas were confused. In a peculiar way, the unreality of the outer world appeared to be an extension of my own disturbed state of mind.

I had never before met anyone who owned a telephone and believed in dragons.

Her albino hair illuminated my dreams, shining brighter than moonlight.

The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.

I think most serious writers, certainly in the modern period, use their own lives or the lives of people close to them or lives they have heard about as the raw material for their creativity.

Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.

Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough

Women do not dress specifically for men or against other women. They dress for their subconscious.

A great variety of reading confuses and does not teach. It makes the student like a man who dwells everywhere and, therefore, nowhere in particular.

However difficult, however scary, I had to live my truth. I chose to be more brave than I was afraid and am loving my life as a result.

To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is – in other words, not a thing, but a think.

Love is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect person.

Gratitude takes nothing for granted, is never unresponsive, is constantly awakening to new wonder.