I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?

The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.

Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.