Life is a state of mind.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.

My choice of a life of adventure may well have been a result of the fact that action raised my blood pressure giving me enough energy to live.

Take a look at the books other people have in their homes.

Can the imagination, any more than the boy, be held prisoner ?" - from the foreword to the 1976 edition of "The Painted Bird

I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.