The river of my village doesn’t make you think about anything.When you’re at its bank you’re only at its bank.

There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

It’s stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophers, That things are really what they seem to beAnd there’s nothing to understand.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

I don’t always feel what I know I should feel.My thought crosses the river I swim very slowlyBecause the suit men made it wear weighs it down.

Also at times, on the surface of streams, Water?bubbles formAnd grow and burstAnd have no meaning at allExcept that they’re water?bubblesGrowing and bursting.

I pass and I stay, like the Universe.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.

Even so, I’m somebody.I’m the Discoverer of Nature.I’m the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.

All beings exist and nothing elseAnd that’s why they’re called beings

Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

Art is not delivered like the morning paper

Never PreparedAnd when you thinkThat you have foundYour feet planted firmlyAnd your heart soundThat is when the momentYou trip, Fall, And hit the ground.

It is the fool who declares ‘I am ascending the summit, ’ while he’s toddling around in the ditch.

To turn an obstacle to one's advantage is a great step towards victory.

There are different kinds of actors, and movie actors tend to be exceedingly precise and mechanical in a way that's really admirable for me to watch. You always learn from them.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

I own the night...the heat's my receipt.

Great music does not just make me feel good. It means something. It makes us understand. It makes us happy.

Fitz: Shall we get up tomorrow and go looking for a wild pig? Nighteyes: I didn’t lose any wild pigs, did you?

As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air