There is something else to be said about this immediate, spontaneous way of working, and that is this: in such moments, one is playing at the game of creation.

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.

The cancer of time is eating us away

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.

Without a Coca-Cola life is unthinkable.

We should not stop to reflect, compare, analyze, possess, but flow on and through, endlessly, like music.