Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

If I can get it down on paper without puking all over the word processor, then as far as I'm concerned, it's fit to see the light of day.

If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?

You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go… well, anywhere at all.

The past is obdurate. It doesn't want to change.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.