... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence

To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.