In the history of the world, a whole story has never been told.

Life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be while remaining fundamentally — and sometimes maddeningly — who we are.

My goal in life is to be content. By that I don't mean "fine" or "basically satisfied." I don't mean settling. I mean, for last of better terms, feeling like I'm in the right life.

Deep down, everyone wants the truth.

There is no way I can avoid thinking about the kind of world I belong to. The abuse of utopias disfigures everything.

Mothers should negotiate between nations. Mothers of fighting countries would agree: Stop this killing now. Stop it now.

I hardly can sleep. I feel that my target now is really to save Mother Earth for humanity. And it's doable.

The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.

Life is a continual process of arrival into who we are.

Gardens are the result of a collaboration between art and nature.

People tend to slip up and go along the old road before they realise what they've done and climb out of it again.

The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.

Dont forget, I was the soft, pudgy kid in school that everyone made fun of.