Apes. The moon woke them--round the world's navel revolvedprayer wheels of steps.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Better than other people.' Sometimes he says: 'That, at least, you are.' But more often: 'Why should you be? Either you are what you can be, or you are not - like other people.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.

Acts of violence-- Whether on a large or a small scale, the bitter paradox: the meaningfulness of death--and the meaninglessness of killing.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot.

This accidentalmeeting of possibilitiescalls itself I.I ask: what am I doing here?And, at once, this Ibecomes unreal.

It's always a combination of physics and poetry that I find inspiring. It's hard to wrap your head around things like the Hubble scope.

In the same way 'Lord of the Rings' was an interpretation of the book, 'The Hobbit' is being treated the same way. It will be faithfully represented with a fresh interpretation.

It's a lot easier to act when the writing is good. Nothing is more frustrating than trying to figure out 'Well, why did I say this next?'

Nothings ever real until its real.

Painting is like being a lawyer and attacking a corporation.

Superpowers, don't always make you a superhero. - Duck

Hip-hop is the last true folk art.

Discipline our youth in early life in sound maxims of moral, political, and religious duties.

If you speak insults you will hear them also.