For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.

I told myself: 'I am surrounded by unknown things.' I imagined man without ears, suspecting the existence of sound as we suspect so many hidden mysteries, man noting acoustic phenomena whose nature and provenance he cannot determine. And I grew afraid of everything around me – afraid of the air, afraid of the night. From the moment we can know almost nothing, and from the moment that everything is limitless, what remains? Does emptiness actually not exist? What does exist in this apparent emptiness?

Break free from the chains which shackle each soul through the binding links of fear, greed and indifference?

Being loved is the problem, because love is a demand - when you're loved, someone wants more of you.

A lot of people, especially psychoanalysts, assume that happiness can only be found in a couple - but not all of us are made for a relationship.

Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.