It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.

Turn up for work. Discipline allows creative freedom. No discipline equals no freedom.

What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?

Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.

I don't want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.