Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

We're all taking on too much, we're all asking too much of ourselves. We're all wishing we could do more, and therefore just doing more.

To me, the mind seems to be spread out in the whole body - the senses are part of the brain. I guess they're not where the thinking is done.

My poems - I don't even like the sound of that, in a way. Not that anyone else wrote them. But we know that only people who are really close to us care about our personal experience.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

When I quit all these things and said I didn't have any time, I meant I didn't have any time.

It might be a bad thing, not to know what's going on in the world. I can't say I really approve of it.