“We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.”

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.

They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong

You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

I am free and that is why I am lost.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.

A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.

When you look in the eyes of grace, when you meet grace, when you embrace grace, when you see the nail prints in grace’s hands and the fire in his eyes, when you feel his relentless love for you – it will not motivate you to sin. It will motivate you to righteousness.

She has answers to save your soul trapped in her eyes.

I’ve been in the public eye for about 15 or 16 years and I’m very aware that fame is not a given. I have to maintain it. It’s not just something that will always be there.

My eyes were finally opened and I understood nature. I learned at the same time to love it.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.

Her eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.

I put castor oil in my eyebrows. And I also tint my eyebrows when I get them cleaned up. That way, I don’t have to be constantly filling them in, because I’m lazy.