I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

If you can't create, you destroy.

There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar grows dull and we no longer see, hear, or taste it.