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"If I sit still and don't do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poeverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine: it is that kind of madness which is worst: the kind with fancies and hallucinations would be a bosch-ish relief."

"What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. When the sky outside is merely pink, and the rooftops merely black: that photographic mind which paradoxically tells the truth, but the worthless truth, about the world. It is that synthesizing spirit, that "shaping" force, which prolifically sprouts and makes up its own worlds with more inventiveness than God which I desire."

"Yo tengo este demonio que querría que saliera huyendo si tengo que asumir mis defectos, mi debilidad. Quiere que piense que soy tan especial que tengo que ser perfecta. Y, si no, no soy nadie. Pero yo soy alguien: una persona que se cansa, a la que le asusta luchar, a la que le cuesta más que a los demás tratar con la gente."