When we live with a memory we live with a corpse; the impact of the experience has changed us once but can never change us again.

when a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.

Perhaps we clutch at life only when we have never lived or trusted it. Then death seems the last and greatest defeat, the end of something never felt.

When we live with a memory we live with a corpse; the impact of the experience has changed us once but can never change us again.

It's when we're given choice that we sit with the gods and design ourselves.

will anything but fanaticism make for change? Wisdom and compromise come later.

my rebelliousness went so deep that, faced with a can of asparagus that instructed me to open at this end, I always, stubbornly, opened it at the other.