Conceit is a privilege of the ignorant; the wise man is humble because he knows how little he knows.

If, for example, I saw my grandparents or my daughter for an instant, would I recognize them? Probably not, because in looking so hard for a way to keep them alive, remembering them in the most minimal details, I have been changing them, adorning them with qualities they may not have had. I have given them a destiny much more complex than the ones they lived.

We've lost our sense of ethics; we live in a world of small-mindedness, of gratification without happiness and actions without meaning.

It is a wonderful truth that things we want most in life-a sense of purpose, happiness and hope-are most easily attained by giving them to others.

At my age days dissolve like salt in water; the day's gone and I don't even know what I've done with the hours.

I see that in the future, things that we have lost in the past will be recovered. There's a search for those things, a search for spirituality, for nature, for the goddess religions, for family and human bonding. All that has been lost in this industrial era. People are in desperate need of those things. I don't think the world will destroy itself in a nuclear cataclysm. On the contrary, we have the capacity to save ourselves and save the planet, and we will use it.

Boredom, Timothy Duane assured me, is nothing more than anger without passion.