Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled.

Thank God for that. You can shut them, say, 'Hold on a moment.' You play God to it. But who has ever torn himself from the claw that encloses you when you drop a seed in a TV parlour? It grows you any shape it wishes! It is an environment as real as the world. It becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason. But with all my knowledge and scepticism, I have never been able to argue with a one-hundred-piece symphony orchestra, full colour, three dimensions, and I being in and part of those incredible parlours.

Mars is empty now. Five hundred years from now, it'll be full of people.

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

The one sure way I can dishonor myself is by worrying about my reputation.

The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?

I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.