We look for the Secret - the Philosopher's Stone, the Elixir of the Wise, Supreme Enlightenment, 'God' or whatever...and all the time it is carrying us about...It is the human nervous system itself.

...when dogma enters the brain, all intellectual activity ceases.

...reality is always plural and mutable.

Listen in silence to the whisper of the winds so that you may understand the song of your heart.

When we turn 21, we begin to regret the sins we did not committed...

I don’t know, ” he said. “I just feel like I have to do something.”“Do what?”“I don’t know. That’s what’s wrong. Or part of what’s wrong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking.

A refrigerator runs by converting the dust behind it into a peculiar mutant, reptilian substance.

We should wish for few things with eagerness, if we perfectly knew the nature of that which was the object of our desire.

I've traveled more than any human being who's ever lived.

I'm human, you're human. So they said, but inside we're all animals.

I've bowed to you for too long, and if I continue to do it, we will all suffer.

Since art is dead in the actual life of civilized nations, it has been relegated to these grotesque morgues, museums.

The tendency of fire is to go out; watch the fire on the altar of your heart. Anyone who has tended a fireplace fire knows that it needs to be stirred up occasionally.