..That's where we humans make a mistake. We don't see the utterly amazing when it comes to us disguised as the ordinary.

She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.

Traveling tends to magnify all human emotions.

The great systems that inform the world about the truth and life invariably claim to be absolutely truthful and well-balanced. In reality they are quaking bridges built out of yearning.

Confronted with people who have power, and who enjoy using it, I turn into a different person, a baser and meaner one.

I like him. I have a weakness for losers. Invalids, foreigners, the fat boy of the class, the ones nobody ever wants to dance with. My heart beats for them. Maybe because I've always known that in some way I will forever be one of them.

The fear for oneself, that one can do something about. Upon it one can turn the light of awareness. But when one is no longer worrying about oneself, then the fear comes for other people and, after that, for the world. There are no fearless people, only fearless moments.