I've always believed that a writer has got to remain an outsider.

Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.

The average man is a conformist, accepting miseries and disasters with the stoicism of a cow standing in the rain.

If you can train your senses to perceive the movement of the minute hand of a clock, what is to stop you for training them to 'slow down' when you look at a tree or a puddle?

Imagination should be used, not to escape reality but to create it.

Turning on the light is easy if you know where the switch is.

When we pull back and get, for a moment, the 'bird's eye' view of life, it reveals meanings that are ungraspable by the narrow focus of our usual worm's eye view

When I open my eyes in the morning, I am not confronted by a world, but by a million possible worlds.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants,and he will admit he doesn't know.Why? Because he wants it instinctively,and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards.

It is far easier to write an angry letter than to go and say angry things to another person - because as soon as we look in one another's faces we can see the other point of view.

Sexual activity is driven by the same aims and motives as reading poetry or listening to music: to escape the limitations imposed by the need for particularity in the consciousness.

Dig deep for you to discover the misery of success – success has miseries that are hidden in failure and those miseries cannot befriend those who sit at the comfort zone.

Friends are squad. Squad is family. Family is forever.

Achieve success in any area of life by identifying the optimum strategies and repeating them until they become habits.

Live before you die, so that death is also a lively celebration.

We are called with a special calling, and we have a special mission to perform.

Statistics show that many people watch our show from the bedroom. and people you ask into your bedroom have to be more interesting than those you ask into your living room. I kid you not!

They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

I once asked God what I could give him. "Your problems," he said. "I've got everything else.

A slavish bondage to parents cramps every faculty of the mind

Dreams always end before you kill the last person.