Consciousness is phenomenologically subjective whenever there is a stable, consciously experienced first-person perspective.

Retribution is really a stone age concept.

At 19, I basically held the position that if you were intellectually honest and really wanted to get in touch with political reality then you had to smell tear-gas.

The self is not a thing, but a process.

Subjectivity means to catch yourself in the act.

The conscious experience of being a subject arises when a single organism learns to enslave itself.

Whoever loses the capability for inner silence, loses contact to himself and soon won't be able to think clearly any more.

Subjective time flows forward, the phenomenal self is embedded into this flow, an inner history unfolds. That it is why it is not a bubble, but a tunnel: There is movement in time.

Conscious experience as such is an exclusively internal affair: Once all functional properties of your brain are fixed, the character of subjective experience is determined as well.

I believe that gut feelings, the sense of balance, and spatial self-perception are so firmly coupled to our biological body that we will never be able to leave it experientially on a permanent basis.

Someone who cannot stop his outer flow of words will soon be unable to communicate with other human beings at all.

There was plenty for the eye to feast on, but nothing for the soul. He had a hunger for something that no sky could satisfy. Somewhere on the planet there had to be a different kind of light.

I wiggled and squirmed in my seat as if I had ants in my pants, but in reality it was merely impatience.

You are one with your skis and nature. This is something that develops not only the body but the soul as well, and it has a deeper meaning for a people than most of us perceive.

Always in my books, I like to throw that rogue element into a stable situation and then see what happens.

Obama is seen as very, very cool. I think a lot of people find him sexy.

By reacting to aggression with aggression we lose the opportunity to spiritually benefit from the experience.

I’m not super thin, but I’m thin, for like, Detroit

We live and die in the midst of marvels.

Ethanol is, in its pure form, just as much of a sham as oil.

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