if you understand something, you don't forgive it, you are the thing itself: forgiveness is for what you don't understand.

Because I was permanently confused, dissatisfied, unhappy, tormented by inadequacy, driven by wanting towards every kind of impossible future, the attitude of mind described by 'tolerantly amused eyes' was years away from me. I don't think I really saw people then, except as appendages to my needs. It's only now, looking back, that I understood, but at the time I lived in a brilliantly lit haze, shifting and flickering according to my changing desires. Of course, that is only a description of being young.

Our society is dependent on some precarious mechanisms, and they are very dicey. They can easily collapse.

I am so happy to be communicating with people on this newest of new wavelengths which to some older people must seem like a kind of magic.

I hate to sound clichéd, but I do see life as a journey. How else can you see it?

When you're young you think that you're going to sail into a lovely lake of quietude and peace. This is profoundly untrue.

Dreams have always been my friend, full of information, full of warnings.