A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning—from "I" to "we". If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I", and cuts you off forever from the "we".

Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.

Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.