
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.