Animals give us their constant, unjaded faces, and we burden them with our bodies and civilized ordeals.

To rise above treeline is to go above thought, and after, the descent back into bird song, bog orchids, willows, and firs is to sink into the preliterate parts of ourselves.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.

To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.

A tree is a thought, an obstruction stopping the flow of wind and light, trapping water, housing insects, birds, and animals, and breathing in and out. How treelike the human, how human the tree.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still.

I thought: to be tough is to be fragile; to be tender is to be truly fierce.

I like big, open, spare landscapes. There's lots of room. Nobody bothers you... I feel as if I can think there.

Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

Honesty is stronger medicine than sympathy, which may console but often conceals.

Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

I'm the way the truth and the life. Only through me you will go to the father.

You know how many there are. You can't convince them and you can't kill 'em. You can only do your best in the opposite direction...

E-mail is a modern Penny Post: the world is a single city with a single postal rate.

The government has granted itself power it is not entitled to. There is no public oversight. The result is people like myself have the latitude to go further than they are allowed to.

I feel with ELP that I wasn't making the most of my life and I wasn't making the most of my creativity. I was marking time. I don't want to do that. Life is to short.

Art is life, life is art - the question is what came first?

The brain is a robot-computer perfectly designed to fabricate any reality we program it to construct.

old emotions like old families have intermarried and have many connections.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted (want-ed...!) dead or alive.

Unless you have a definite, precise, clearly set goals, you are not going to realize the maximum potential that lies within you.