Δεν υπάρχει πράμα πιο κοντά μας από τον ουρανό. Η γής είναι κάτω από τα πόδια μας και την πατούμε, ο ουρανός είναι μέσα μας. - Nikos Kazantzakis

إذا انسحبت منهزماً سيصير موتي عاقراً . وسيضيع مع جسدي و ستتبعثر روحي أدراج الرياح . وإذا حاربت ببسالة فسأهبط إلى أعماق الأرض كثمرة مليئة بالبذور. نفسي سيهجر جسدي وسيتركه يفسد ، ثم سيُنظّم أجساداً جديدة ويستمر في المعركة .

Every word is an Ark of the Covenant around which we dance and shudder, divining God to be its dreadful inhabitant. You shall never be able to establish in words that you live in ecstasy. But struggle unceasingly to establish it in words. Battle with myths, with comparisons, with allegories, with rare and common words, with exclamations and rhymes, to embody it in flesh, to transfix it! God, the Great Ecstatic, works in the same way. He speaks and struggles to speak in every way He can, with seas and with fires, with colors, with wings, with horns, with claws, with constellations and butterflies, that he may establish His ecstasy. Like every other living thing, I also am in the center of the Cosmic whirlpool.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.