“Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.”

“How can I describe how much I love you?Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as Isit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.”

“For the most profound experiences in our lives and in the world words are worth nothing. Can you describe love Or death Can you describe what it really feels like the first time you see your child Or the first time your heart gets broken You can try...but it won't come close to describing what it really was or what it really felt like.”

“I don't try to describe the future. I try to prevent it.”

“Because life is short. I feel we’re made of a hunger, a desire for life – if that can be described as a material. As I get older, I’m trying to open that channel more. If you don’t, if you close off desire and get complacent, life loses its freshness and sweetness, and that’s what I crave. That’s my bliss.”

“Trying to describe what I do in prayer would be like telling the world how I make love to my wife. ”