It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.

There is still a popular fantasy, long since disproved by both psychoanalysis and science, and never believed by any poet or mystic, that it is possible to have a thought without a feeling. It isn’t. When we are objective we are subjective too. When we are neutral we are involved. When we say ‘I think’ we don’t leave our emotions outside the door. To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.

Everything is imprinted for ever with what it once was.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

Life was a pre-death experience.

Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.