For what reasons were we born? For what reasons did our lives cross? I'm frightened because I don't know.

Your mind is your prison.

I cant be with you every minute of every day, but i can love you every minute of every day.

Even in the midst of change, the world remains the same.

What we've become.... There's no way back for either of us.

You should realize now that I am not crazy... It is the world outside that is crazy

Misery drives you to become a great artist, but the art does nothing for your misery

I often feel that neither you nor I even the world exists, that all things in the past and the future are illusory.

The dessert is the Virgin of literature, whereas the ocean has become literature's w h o r e. She lets any poet play over her as he wishes.

I will never be able to wrap myself in the trappings of an easy, carefree life.