Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
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.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
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 witherings, of tarnishings.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
We write to taste life twice: in the moment and in retrospection.
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 must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
Dreams are necessary to life.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
