I finally wentwhere everyone goesand I realizedI wasnevermissingout.

..Breaking yet budding, dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage, reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.

I want topeel away all the labelsI had once given to othersand place themupon the fabricof my own identity.They have reflected back to me, everything that I refuseto See in myself.

I see that you are heartlessly clever.For you know how to Love, but not Forever. You still return to me in flashes, so strong it clouds my Mind.The fire has turned to ashes, and yet, you’re not behind.

Of everythingI have ever endured, YOUareMy Favourite Tragedy.

When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.

You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you.

A very small cause which escapes our notice determines a considerable effect that we cannot fail to see, and then we say that the effect is due to chance.

Liberals love to strike generous, humanitarian poses with other people's lives.

Fear has disappeared. No more fear. In Asia, it is different. They've discovered again the fear and the psychology of the characters. Without psychology, the horror film doesn't exist.

Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.

And identity is funny being yourself is funny as you are never yourself to yourself except as you remember yourself and then of course you do not believe yourself.

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

I didn't have anybody, really, no foundation in life, so I had to make my own way. Always, from the start. I had to go out in the world and become strong, to discover my mission in life.