I could never understand how someone would embark on their life without having first confronted and clarified the truly fundamental questions.

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.

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

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.

You are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.

I will work while I can.

Loneliness why do you accompany me if I wish to be alone?

I had a mother who was very developed psychically and spiritually. She was, in a way, an opposite of my father, a complete liberal, interested in woman's liberation before it was the fashion.

99% percent of failures are the ones who make excuses.

If you don't have a dream as an artist, you shouldn't be an artist, because you should be working towards something and trying to reach that always, whatever that is.

I'm so thankful. God has been so good and generous.

Success always demands a greater effort.

When I was 13, I really used to skip down the street, happy in thinking, "Oh, well, someone's suffering pain in order for me to feel this pleasure."