Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

If the Fleeting World is but a long dream, it does not matter whether one is young or old.

Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.

Fumes of wine shorten the long road.

A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed's opened up along his path.

Science and spirituality are not opposed entities that try to claim ownership of the universal truth but rather different layers of awareness about this world.

Don’t make any plans, because there is only one plan which really works and that is not even devised by you

I'm delighted with it, because it used to be that films were the lowest form of art. Now we've got something to look down on.

True friendshipship is like phosphorescence-it glows best when the world around you goes dark.

An ability to choose is a necessity for the artist.

There are no conditions in which we subordinate the interests of the class as a whole to the interests of any sect, any chapel, any separate organization.

I didn't completely forget how to be nice or feminine because I have a career.

I think Christine and Chad are on the opposite extremes of the spectrum. Christine is a model victim, and Chad is a model perpetrator, and Howard is closer to the middle.

A power is passing from the earth.