Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind.

We make our own destiny, not because we can see the road ahead, but because we cannot see the road ahead. It is the road, the motion, the forward movement, that takes us to ourselves.

There is a moment when time stops, when the air grows still, when you enter a state of nothingness, a state of purity and perfection. That is the moment to strive for.

The secret is confusion, make it, create it, live it, be it.

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you have not committed.

Our desires cannot be, and were never meant to be, satisfied by earthly pleasures alone.

We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

Every day, in some way, we're all being prepared for something better.

We want a system in which the worker shall get what he produces and the capitalist shall produce what he gets.

The less you do to beautiful food, the better it's going to taste. You don't need to mess with it all the time.

The whole question of evolution seems less momentous than it did, because, unlike the Victorians, we do not feel that to be descended from animals is degrading to human dignity.

I'm not into this judgmental, religious-right kind of thing.

Don't be obsessed with tactics but with purpose. Tactics have a half life.

I'm willing to zap conservatives when they do things that are not libertarian.