“(…) to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.”

“One person will show you a flower… and make you enjoy its fragrance and beauty; another person will only point out the poisonous pith in its chalice… and that flower will lose all its fragrance and beauty for you. He will make you feel sorry that that pith is there, and you will forget about the fragrance that is also present. There is a difference between those two people and the kinds of sympathy they will arouse in you. Don’t look for the poison, don’t try to dig for the root of everything that happens to us and around us, and don’t try to acquire unnecessary experience – that is not what will make you happy.”

“The more of myself I transferred into words, the more obvious it became that words were powerless to express anything. Or, rather, it’s like this—words can create something of their own, but you can’t become words. Words are cheats. They promise to carry you off on the voyage into eternity, and then they set out in secret under full sail, stranding you on the shoreline. But the most important point is that reality doesn’t fit into any words. Reality strikes you dumb. Everything important that happens in life is beyond words. There comes a point when you understand that if what you have experienced can be expressed in words, it means you haven’t experienced anything.”

“I am tired of measure, control, doing the right thing. A part of me would like to tear something apart and howl like a wolf.”