There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.