It's too bad we only had the courage to live our lives fully in dreams.

Reincarnation is a story we tell; then in the end it's the story itself that is the reincarnation.

It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.

It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

None of us know our real names.

When Reinhold Messner returned from the first solo climb of Everest, he was severely dehydrated, and utterly exhausted; he fell down most of the last part of the descent, and collapsed on the Rongbuk glacier, and he was crawling over it on hands and knees when the woman who was his entire support team reached him; and he looked up at her out of a delirium, and said, “Where are all my friends?