Sak, Pain, Love Are Limited Human Experiences.

Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls, Pianos, Or Nurses. She Could Almost Touch The Destructive Energy Leaking Out Of Her Body. She Allowed The Feeling To Emerge, Regardless Of Whether It Was Good Or Bad; She Was Sick Of Self-control, Of Masks, Of Appropriate Behavior. Veronika Wanted To Spend Her Remaining Two Or Three Days Of Life Behaving As Inappropriately As She Could.

How Does Light Enter A House? If The Windows Are Open. How Does Light Enter A Human? If The Door Of Love Is Open.

I Write From My Soul. This Is The Reason That Critics Don't Hurt Me, Because It Is Me. If It Was Not Me, If I Was Pretending To Be Someone Else, Then This Could Unbalance My World, But I Know Who I Am.

He Celebrates Yesterday's Victory In Order To Gain More Strength For Tomorrow's Battle.

In His Or Her Life, Each Person Can Take One Of Two Attitudes: To Build Or To Plant. Builders May Take Years Over Their Tasks, But One Day They Will Finish What They Are Doing. Then They Will Stop, Hemmed In By Their Own Walls. Life Becomes Meaningless Once The Building Is Finished. Those Who Plant Suffer The Storms And The Seasons And Rarely Rest. Unlike A Building, A Garden Never Stops Growing. And By Its Constant Demands On The Gardner's Attentions, It Makes Of The Gardener's Life A Great Adventure.