Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

I loved him with a passion of which I had no idea I was capable. I loved him partly to defend him against the world and partly because I genuinely believed we were soul mates.

This haze of blood must subside, the palace must collapse under the weight of the riches it conceals, the orgy must finish and the time come to awaken.

The potential strength of female friendship and the bonds that can be formed, especially over a lifelong relationship, is very profound.

Sometimes history takes things into its own hands.

The disastrous consequences of widespread European butchery in the future would be even worse.

My life is only important if i can help plenty of people

I set up a company, an algorithmic auditing company myself. I have no clients.

[My early stories] are the work of a living writer whom I know in a sense, but can never meet.

Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.

A haiku is the expression of a temporary enlightenment, in which we see into the life of things.