I think the prime reason for existence, for living in this world is discovery.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I'm in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I'm a passionate lover. I fawn over these people. I have given them my heart and my soul. The trouble is, I'm unable to love anyone tangible. I have sacrificed a physical bond, for a metaphysical relationship. I am the ultimate idealistic lover.

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are all impaled on the crook of conditioning.

If you’re not afraid, if you take everything you are, everything worthwhile in you and direct it at one goal, one ultimate mark, you’ve got to get there.

I'm not going to go through life with one arm tied behind my back.

If I can keep this up and nothing interferes with my progress, one of these days I might be able to contribute something to the world.

If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?