We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
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.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.