He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing.

in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.

Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.

This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?

When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are going to be.... You get a little older and you pull back on some of that. I think you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain.

Each man is the bard of his own existence. This is how he is joined to the world.

Lost in the darkness, a light has shine on us.

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

When I say that Zen is life, I mean that Zen is not to be confined within conceptualization, that Zen is what makes conceptualization possible.

A human head looks the least scary when it is attached.

The killer bees have gone, like rats deserting the Titanic.

I've never been in love with Marcello [Mastroianni]. I wasn't even attracted to him physically. I admired him. I followed him and supported him, but nothing ever clicked.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

If you see someone taking responsibility, give that person authority. If you see someone looking for authority, watch out!

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

You can knock down kingdoms on a whim. What you need is someone to make sure you don't get hit by a carriage when you cross the street.