Ancient rock paintings remind us that there are no unclaimed lands, that people have always lived here. They are wayposts along the river journey to the interior of the mind and heart.

The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.

We are deep at the bottom of this river of time, caught up in the current of the moment where all the rivers rendezvous.

The rapids beat below the boat Deep in the heart of the land Feel the pulse of the river in the pulse at your throat Deep in the heart of the land.

Don't live your life like an attempt, because if you fail there is no second attempt.

Think of this- that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

I think a painting should include more experience than simply intended statement.

He thought about his people without sentimentality, with a strict closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most.

By 1985, machines will be capable of doing any work Man can do.

[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.

I like having my hands in the clay. I like the movie-making process.

Pure libertarianism believes that people will be generous and help each other. Well, they won't. I wish it were so, and I live that way.

You must realize that what you are cannot be seen in a mirror. What you see in a mirror is but a dim reflection of your true reality.