To feel that life is meaningless unless “I” can be permanent is like having fallen desperately in love with an inch.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

We see what we believe rather than what we see.

The sound of the rain needs no translation. In music one doesn't make the end of the composition the point of the composition... Same way in dancing, you don't aim at one particular spot in the room... The whole point of dancing is the dance.

We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time

For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase—oddly enough—to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization.

Self-knowledge leads to wonder, and wonder to curiosity and investigation, so that nothing interests people more than people, even if only one's own person.