I want to be careful not to throw all this away. This is happiness. I think this is what happiness is. I haven't got it yet, but I can sense it out there. I feel I'm close to it. Some days, I'm so close I can almost smell it.

Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.

We're deaf men working as musicians; we play the music but we can't hear it.

This is how most people live: alive, but not conscious; conscious but not aware; aware, but intermittently.

There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.

The thing about opium is that it makes pain or difficulty unimaginable.

If at the one moment in your life when the chance of something transcendental is offered to you, if you have this chance to move beyond the surface of things, to understand - and you say, No, maybe not... What then? How do you explain the rest of your life to yourself? How do you pass the time until you die? Do you substitute for that an interest in what - eating? Do you spend the next sixty years trying to be fascinated by the act of breathing?