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

We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say but what we are unable to say.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use. I keep nothing to remind me of the passage of time, deterioration, loss, shrivelling.

I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.

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

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

Memory is a great betrayer.

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.