Imagination is the voice of the daring.

Until we lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

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

Part of the act of creating is in discovering your own kind. They are everywhere. But don't look for them in the wrong places.

We must not just be in the world and above the world, but also of the world. To love it for what it is... is the only task. Avoid it and you are lost. Lose yourself in it, and you are free.