Every Angel Is Terrifying.

Irony: Don't Let Yourself Be Controlled By It, Especially During Uncreative Moments.

The Knowledge Of Impermanence That Haunts Our Days Is Their Very Fragrance.

I Think Of You Often, Dear, And With Such Concentrated Wishes That It Really Must Help You In Some Way.

You Must Give Birth To Your Images. They Are The Future Waiting To Be Born. Fear Not The Strangeness You Feel. The Future Must Enter You Long Before It Happens. Just Wait For The Birth, For The The Hour Of The New Clarity.

Everything That Makes More Of You Than You Have Ever Been, Even In Your Best Hours, Is Right. Every Intensification Is Good.