Although wherever you are going is always in front of you, there is no such thing as straight ahead.

You know every cell in our bodies is completely renewed every seven years, so how can we talk about being the same person? We're absolutely not.

The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

You're never alone with a book, are you? It's a dialogue.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

It doesn't have to be like that but mostly it is.

I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create. Just on the other side of creativity is the nuthouse - and I often notice people looking at me strangely when I am talking out loud, but there is no other way.