If outrageous imagination is the wine of madness, then come fill my cup.

Transformations require that we let go of familiar ways of doing things, without yet knowing what we will do next.

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.

It has been a long time since I believed in Reality. I prefer the loveliness and the terror of my subjective experiences to those coldly scientific explanations which in the long run turn out to be no more real, and far less fun, than my own fantasies and musings.

Each person's only hope for improving his lot rests on recognizing the true nature of his or her basic personality, surrendering to it, and becoming who he or she really is.

For each of us, the only hope resides in his own efforts, in completing his own story, not in the other's interpretation. (63)