My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear - a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The 'I' in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable. I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do - for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I crie…

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but what he aspires to.

The observer is the observed.

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.

Everything (he kept saying) is something it isn't. And everybody is always somewhere else.