Letter One: You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

All religions deny everything else. Do they have ANY idea how big that everything else is?

As long as you love me very much but not too much, as long as you earn a lot of money for my comfort but not so much that you will have busty blondes crawling all over you, as long as you’re a gorgeous hunk but not muscular enough for other bitches to drool over you, as long as you can fuck like a pornstar and you fuck only me and only when I’m in the mood, as long as you give me the freedom that suits me and you also have the freedom that suits me, as long as you can afford to provide me with a boob job as a marriage anniversary gift, and be foolish enough to think that only you’ll be looking at them, as long as you’re an educated man, but not too much into it ‘cause you’ll prefer books over my looks, as long as you are a virtuous man, but not virtuous enough to fornicate only in weekends, as long as you are very understanding, but do not become a vegetable that nods to everything, as long as you say yes to everything I say, but show otherwise in front of others so that they don’t think I am married to a carrot, as long as you are very funny, and only I laugh and giggle at your jokes, as long as other lassies look at you and you don’t respond to them, as long as you can give me a child whose future only I’ll decide, as long as you love your parents but visit them only on a yearly basis, as long as you love and respect my parents and family and let me to take care of them, I’ll love you more than my life in a metaphorical sense.