Computers have changed the world of chess.

Chess is like body-building. If you train every day, you stay in top shape. It is the same with your brain - chess is a matter of daily training.

When I was a child I liked the games of Capablanca, and later I was captivated by Alekhine's play.

It is rightly said that the most difficult thing in chess is winning a won position

Objectivity consists in understanding that the only one who never makes a mistake is the one who never does anything.

I go to bed at 4 a. m. Almost all chessplayers do.

For me art and chess are closely related, both are forms in which the self finds beauty and expression.

I am convinced, the way one plays chess always reflects the player's personality. If something defines his character, then it will also define his way of playing.

Playing rapid chess, one can lose the habit of concentrating for several hours in serious chess. That is why, if a player has big aims, he should limit his rapidplay in favour of serious chess.

In chess one cannot control everything. Sometimes a game takes an unexpected turn, in which beauty begins to emerge. Both players are always instrumental in this.

Chess is so deep, I simply feel lost.

I am rooted in the unlimited love of the heart of the universe.

The meaning of life? Is feel! Increase that sound! Tickle someone! Enjoy the warmth of the sun! Go aimlessly for 30 minutes! Only register in the heart!

Veins raised themselves along the backs of my hands that summer. My handwriting changed several times. I began reading Time magazine. Soon after that it was time to go.

Fear or stupidity has always been the basis of most human actions.

Poetry is an act of distillation. It takes contingency samples, is selective. It telescopes time. It focuses what most often floods past us in a polite blur.

Even the continents drift.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

I spent a lot of time doing things other people wanted me to do, so I'm doing what I want to do now

Healing comes when the individual remembers his or her identity—the purpose chosen in the world of ancestral wisdom—and reconnects with that world of Spirit.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in.