We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.

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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

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I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

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I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

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Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

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You cannot save people. You can only love them.

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We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing.

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We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

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willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.

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Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

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