I am not what I think I am. I just am.

What is more malleable is always superior over that which is immovable. This is the principle of controlling things by going along with them, of mastery through adaptation.

Our minds are a lot like the sea...you wake up some days and its rough and stormy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm learning to not want to be someone else, to just be who I am, as is, with nothing extra added on.

The body moves naturally, automatically, unconsciously, without any personal intervention or awareness. But if we begin to use our faculty of reasoning, our actions become slow and hesitant.

As on many mornings in Marin, there is this sly strip of fog - water in it's most mystical incarnation - slithering over, around, and through the hills, making everything look ancient and unsolved.

So, without telling any of my Zen-snob buddies, I liked to pretend everything was the Pure Land, that my life was already perfect as it was.

I felt a taste of that other kind of contentment that doesn't come from acquiring information or getting praise or building a resume, the kind that is just there, like a hidden pearl.

Success or Failure, there should always be a Drive to Keep on Creating.

I just cash in on the fact that I’m good looking, and I’ve got a nice figure and girls like me.

My English text is chaste, and all licentious passages are left in the decent obscurity of a learned language.

How ruthless and vile and hard and right the young are.

The new media are not ways of relating to us the 'real' world; they are the real world and they reshape what remains of the old world at will.

I was a commercial artist when I left school, but luckily I became an actor. I've painted for many, many years. Now the last few years it's gotten more serious.

Were they beautiful? We were all beautiful. We were in our twenties.

I find that when I am involved in the business of life, when I'm working with people, particularly with children, I feel better. A kind of strength and energy comes with that.

It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

Go to the desk. Stay at the desk. Thrive at the desk.