“If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.”

There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

I gave up before birth.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.

Birth was the death of him.

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

The chances you take, the people you meet, the people you love, the faith that you have. That’s what’s going to define you.

Love comes and love goes.

Love and trust, in the space between what’s said and what’s heard in our life, can make all the difference in the world.

When you are mostly fighting with everyone you love. You are not fighting enough with your dreams.

Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.

Genuine love is rarely an emotional space where needs are instantly gratified.

Love is also a powerful weapon in the world. It sometimes can hurt people, kill people or maybe change a person.

You glow differently when you start loving yourself.