If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I'm not frightened by anyone's perception of me.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
With whatever talent and resources I have, I'm trying to bring light to penetrate the darkness many people feel.

