I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.

I love life - thats my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.

Well$$$ personally$$$ I've seen enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned that it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

Poets are simply those who have made a profession and a lifestyle of being in touch with their bliss.

And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn't found mine.

Are not the mountains$$$ waves$$$ and skies as much a part of me$$$ as I of them?

I had a dream$$$ which was not at all a dream.