How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around the substance of the self, the core. I feel only space. Illimitable space.

I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.

I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Introspection does not need to be a still life. It can be an active alchemy.

I never lose sight of the whole. An impeccable dress is made to be lived in, to be torn, wet, stained, crumpled.

Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.

We are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks.

I'd love to do comedy. And I think I have a pretty good sense of comic thing, so I'd really like to try that.

Practice diligence, intelligence will follow you.

The world turns gray, the air grows cool, the fog blows in. Only at evening can you really value home.

You're safer in the race car than you are in cars going to and from the track.

It gives me the same pleasure when someone else proves a good theorem as when I do it myself.

The kundalini rises and the kundalini is hot, it's a hot energy. Sometimes you feel it cascading up your spine, and it's kind of searing or it's tingling, it almost feels sexual.

Approaching a comedy character is fun because you get to sit down with the director and ask, "What makes you laugh?" Then you end up bouncing ideas off each other.

Behind any Strength lies a greater Love.

I bet you could look at every single thing I've ever done and reduce it to that parenting schematic.

At which time came to us many boats and we suffered them to come aboard, being not able to resist them, which people did us no harm, neither of us understanding the one the other.