The abundance of ordinary things, their convenient arrangement here, seemed for the moment a personal gift to me. As did my ability to notice this, to be grateful for it.

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.

...the words make our silences easier--they're the current that runs under them.

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.

A secret weighs on us, a terrible secret weighs with a terrible weight.

When you don’t understand how to make a good use of something, you will abuse that thing.

Aversion to conflict will always generate conflict.

You're measured by championships no matter what.

It seems nobody really talks about what we do with our emotional pain. Only the ascendant perhaps, who have learned how to fully meditate or do yoga or whatever through their emotional pain.

Music for me has always been something that is directly connected to my heart.

Ideas really do matter. But in any organization a good idea will only go so far unless its proponents are willing to fight the political games to get the idea adopted.

Let's put it this way: I am confident that Schengen will continue to be defended. And when it comes to repatriations, we have the same opinion.

For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections.

What is the point in calling anything God if it does not also hold sway in every part of one's life--especially one's politics?

But don't worry; as I've been saying - and this has been very clever of me, I'm sure you'll agree - if you put enough pressure on coal, it'll turn to pearls!