The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.

One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event.

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak... It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

When the image is new, the world is new.

Our house is our corner of the world.

Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

Each moment is a poetic expression of the undefined. As long as it remains undefined, it has all the beauty of the world and it steps inside to nurture your dreams.

We can never succeed in knowing our own self without holidays and anniversaries.

A lasting relationship isn't about marriage. It's about compatibility and communication. And you both need to want it to work.

I hate the comparative idea that you have to love your spouse more than you love your parents.

Possessions, for the terminally frightened, bring peace of mind.

I've never even seen a great set fight or a great set meltdown. I seem to always be on these incredibly relaxed sets.

If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.

Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.