A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age - regardless of how they look on the outside - pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

Forget about being world famous, it's hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.

Never loan a book to someone if you expect to get it back. Loaning books is the same as giving them away.

If you don't have a spiritual practice in place when times are good, you can't expect to suddenly develop one during a moment of crisis.

Why are we even here [on earth], what's our human nature? It's precipitating a real philosophical crisis that I find quite fascinating.

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?

Adventure without risk is Disneyland.