[He] was always here to offer cups of good clear Walden Pond, or shout down the deep well of Shakespeare and listen, with satisfaction, for echoes. Here the lion and the hartebeest lay together, here the jackass became a unicorn.

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe

I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

In order to be creative, you don't have to be original.

No use going to class unless you go to the library.

Where would you like to go, what would you really like to do with your life? See Istanbul, Port Said, Nairobi, Budapest. Write a book. Smoke too many cigarettes. Fall off a cliff but get caught in a tree halfway down. Get shot at a few times in a dark alley on a Morrocan midnight. Love a beautiful woman.