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What is bad for the heart is good for the art. The terrible irony of our lives as artists.

We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom.

Enjoy the little things in life because one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.

Why do I write. Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of madness.

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.

I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.

You do what you like because you just follow your curiosity, and you are happy when you find new things about nature, about how things work around us and inside us.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.