The thing that I had saved up for myself and wanted most to bring off was a fully fledged professional production of Hamlet at the Royal Shakespeare Theater in Stratford.

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that,and...

I give myself sometimes admirable advice, but I am incapable of taking it.

I won’t compete with anybody. I love to compete with my own body. When God closes a door against me, I should not attempt to bang on it. And if God gives me a key...

I am myself when I get up, I am myself throughout the day and I am myself when I go back to sleep, you probably might have met someone else when I was asleep and...

When I became too much myself, I had to change my life.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment

Wherever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

‘Know thyself’? If I knew myself, I’d run away.

In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all,...

I want to sleep. To find a safe place somewhere, and close my eyes, and rest, like an animal. That is what I am. An animal. Living from moment to moment, day to day, trying...

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

The stars will live for me, if not anything else

I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well, a contradiction I never figured out.

A Writer is Actor, Creator, Director & Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

I like to reinvent myself — it’s part of my job.

Religious / Spiritual leaders and motivational speakers tell us to give more of ourselves to get back much more in return but the fact that we start expecting something back in return is in itself...

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

May be you are gone,but that doesn’t make me come back

I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.

I am cleaning my home but I don’t clean my mind.