I sometimes get up at night when I can't sleep and walk down into my library and open one of my books and read a paragraph and say, 'My God, did I write that?

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.

Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.

I don't think about what I do. I do it. That's Buddhism. I jump off the cliff and build my wings on the way down.

I wake up in the morning and I lie in bed, and it's the time I call "the theater of morning." All these thoughts run around in my head, between my ears when I'm waking up. It's not a dream state, but it's not completely awake either. So all these metaphors run around and then I pick one and I get out of bed and I do it. I'm very lucky.