There Is A Fissure In My Vision

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

Throw Your Dreams Into Space Like A Kite, And You Do Not Know What It Will Bring Back, A New Life, A New Friend, A New Love, A New Country.

The Dream Was Always Running Ahead Of Me. To Catch Up, To Live For A Moment In Unison With It, That Was The Miracle.

Idealism Is The Death Of The Body And The Imagination. All But Freedom, Utter Freedom, Is Death