内心
The only real journey is the one within.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
The deeper the silence, the louder the voice within.
To write is to listen—to the voices within and the world outside.
Theoretically there is a perfect possibility of happiness: believing in the indestructible element within oneself, and not striving towards it.
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.
