“In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.”

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

I said to myself, ‘I want to die decently’.

In love, one and one are one.

Existence is an imperfection.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

You are — your life, and nothing else.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it’s urgency.

It was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

Existence is prior to essence.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

You’re lucky. I’m always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious.

You were the flame that ignited in the presence of my air, But that didn’t mean our fire wouldn’t starve in the cold of our reality.

Being present in the life of someone you love is the best gift you can offer.

Don’t stay there, where you have to remind them of your presence.

Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but as the field of conscious presence. You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are.

Sit with your presence and feel the peace your soul has to offer.

Be with someone who values your presence in their life.

I’d rather miss you in your absence then neglect in your presence.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.