When illness enters a home, not only does it take hold of a body. It also weaves a dark web between hearts, a web where hope is trapped.

When someone that you love dies..it's like fireworks suddenly burning out in the sky and everything going black.

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

That's what the future is for: to build the present, with real plans, made by living people.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

Time is on its eternal journey at the same time it is motionless, emotionless and standing still.

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I never thought a little time and space would turn into miles and worlds apart

Dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no dope.

I wish people would spend their money on hybrid cars.

The women's rights movement of the 1970s had not yet emerged; except for Bella Abzug, I had no women supporters.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

In a way, everybody is wounded from the wound of the real. This phenomenon is similar to madness. The mad person is wounded by his or her distorted relationship to the real.

Were you to read the British press today, you would learn that the British Empire never forgets its defeats.

If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.