All this under a magnificent blue sky.

He explained to me with great insistence that every question posessed a power that did not lie in the answer.

We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.

This day I ceased to plead. I was no longer capable of lamentation. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.

We are all brothers and we are all suffering the same fate. The same smoke floats over all our heads. Help one another. It is the only way to survive. (pg. 39)

Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him, he liked to say.

The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria...

Violence is not the answer. Terrorism is the most dangerous of answers.

Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.

It is the consumers who make poor people rich and rich people poor.

Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller

Decorating is not a look, it's a point of view.

A Polish man had a bandage on each ear. What happened? "I was ironing, and the phone rang!" "What about the other ear?" "Had to call the doctor!"

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.

The primordial purity of the ground completely transcends words, concepts, and formulations.

Don't look at the world with your hands in your pockets. To write about it you have to reach out and touch it.

Whenever I see a homeless guy, I always run back and give him money, because I think, 'Oh my God, what if that was Jesus?'

So who's on drugs here?... He looks as if he's on drugs.

Sad news- Prince is gone. Music has lost a great presence. A world less funky. I don't believe in it.