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| She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself. | | Uncategorized | |
| The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements | | Art; Choice | |
| The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. | | Uncategorized | |
| The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless. | | Uncategorized | |
| The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in our actions. Our inner balance and even our very existence depend on it. Only morality in our actions can give beauty and dignity to life. Albert Einstein It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it. | | Uncategorized | |
| The only abnormality is the incapacity to love. | | Love | |
| The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. | | Life | |
| The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery. | | Knowledge | |
| The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. | | Uncategorized | |
| The shell is America's most active contribution to the formation of character. A tough hide. Grow it early. | | Uncategorized | |
| The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation. | | Uncategorized | |
| There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do. | | Uncategorized | |
| There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions | | Freedom | |
| There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. | | Truth | |
| There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. | | Meaning | |
| 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. | | Dreams | |
| To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and the psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use. | | Change | |
| Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open. | | Love | |
| Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning. | | Truth | |
| We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. | | Uncategorized | |
