Spread outward. Crack the round dome. Break through. Have liberty not as the air within a grave Or down a well. Breathe freedom, oh, my native, In the space of horizons that neither love nor hate.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.

Who told these people with dreams, goals and ambitions they could take time off?

No level of pleasure from any material possession compares to the feeling of unconditional happiness.

The fact that people have hijacked it is certainly not something that fills me with great joy. We have to find new ways of addressing people, new ways of getting into contact with people.

They turned the country up on its side, and everything loose fell into California.

In the long run luck is given only to the efficient.

No one can possibly achieve any real and lasting success or 'get rich' in business by being a conformist.

The central premise of this book is that the Western psychological notion of what it means to have a self is flawed.

You gazed at the moon and fell in the gutter.

The last time I did anything like this [special powers] was with the Narnia film with two swords, the same but different.