Never do I close my door behind me without being conscious that I am carrying out an act of charity towards myself.

It’s these small differences in people’s karma that determine if we get up or remain lying on the ground.

I’m not crying about anything or anyone in particular. The life I live I created for myself, and I wouldn’t want it any different. I cry because in the universe there is something as beautiful as Kremer playing the Brains violin concerto.

Some thoughts have glue on them. – -Smilla.

People under thirty haven’t yet stopped believing that something wonderful can suddenly happen.

Perhaps it’s true that love is eternal. But it’s appearance changes all the time.

The problem with anger against God is that it’s impossible to go higher in the system to complain.

The motive for our actions doesn’t lie ahead of us. It’s something behind us that we’re trying to escape.

We sat there and I knew that this was how it felt to be totally accepted. You sit close to another person and are understood, everything is understood and nothing is judged and you are indispensable.

She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.