“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”

The important thing is to be in love with something.

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren’t happy. Something’s missing.

Sometimes I think I understand everything. Then I regain consciousness.

Write a thousand words a day and in three years you’ll be a writer!

A life’s work should be based on love.

You have to learn to take rejection not as an indication of personal failing but as a wrong address.

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

If you learn only methods, you’ll be tied to your methods, but if you learn principles you can devise your own methods.

The minute you get a religion you stop thinking. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.

Don’t worry about things. Don’t push. Just do your work and you’ll survive. The important thing is to have a ball, to be joyful, to be loving and to be explosive. Out of that comes everything and you grow.

Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.