The idea is to get the pencil moving quickly.

There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go - if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall.

(Clothes) cannot change a man's nature. He's either kind or he isn't, with or without clothes.

How can we be strangers if we both believe in God?

... it's possible to let love fly by like a cloud in a windy sky if one is too timid, or perhaps unable to believe he is entitled to good fortune.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.

A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.