You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally.

The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.

Mediocrity's like a spot on a shirt—it never comes off.

Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.