Openness to my own dreams puts me in touch with the oldest, most human aspects of who I am; it helps me find my place in the community of man.

If I reveal myself without worrying about how others will respond, then some will care, though others may not. But who can love me, if no one knows me? I must risk it, or live alone.

I have long trusted dreams as prophetic visions. I do not mean that they foretell the future, only that they illuminate the present, when my eyes are closed, so that I may see clearly.

One can choose life, or choose death. Having chosen life, I must live it as it is.

Anarchy could never get a man to the moon, but it may the only mode that can allow us to survive on earth.

Maintaining the illusion that I am in control is futile, lonely, and in the long run more always costly than the effort is worth.

Openness to my own dreams puts me in touch with the oldest, most human aspects of who I am; it helps me find my place in the community of man.