Breathing, according to me, corresponds to taking charge of one’s own life.
To live is not breathing it is action.
I love to breathe. Oxygen is sexy!
There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there’s another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.
What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
He lives most life whoever breathes most air.