What I think is that a good life is one hero journey after another. Over and over again, you are called to the realm of adventure, you are called to new horizons. Each time, there is the same problem: do I dare? And then if you do dare, the dangers are there, and the help also, and the fulfillment or the fiasco. There's always the possibility of fiasco. But there's also the possibility of bliss.

You've got to say yes to this miracle of life as it is, not on condition that it follow your rules.

The purpose of the journey is compassion. When you have come past the pairs of opposites, you have reached compassion.

The last act in the biography of the hero is that of the death or departure.

Enlarge the pupil of the eye, so that the body with its attendant personality will no longer obstruct the view. Immortality is then experienced as a present fact.

I should have said, 'Follow your blisters.'

Whether you call someone a hero or a monster is all relative to where the focus of your consciousness may be.