I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.

Curiosity is my natural state and has led me headlong into every worthwhile experience (never mind the others) I have ever had.

Life is abundant, and life is beautiful. And it's a good place that we're all in, you know, on this earth, if we take care of it.

Helped are those who are content to be themselves; they will never lack mystery in their lives and the joys of self-discovery will be constant.

It's better to have your blackness taken away than to stand there and lie about who you actually are. That's the trap.

People tend to think that life really does progress for everyone eventually, that people progress, but actually only some people progress. The rest of the people don't.

Laughter isn't even the other side of tears. It is tears turned inside out. Truly the suffering is great, here on earth. We blunder along, shredded by our mistakes, bludgeoned by our faults. Not having a clue where the dark path leads us. But on the whole, we stumble along bravely, don't you think?