“Don’t let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.”

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.

We don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it’s not a man or woman, it’s what we lack in ourselves.

Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.

In chaos, there is fertility.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

You cannot save people, you can only love them.

It was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.

Raoden turned to regard the large Dula. “What does it matter? It’s not like we have anything pressing to do. It’s actually quite pleasant up here-you should just sit back and enjoy it.”

Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.

It was astonishing when at one point, I got the idea of how to make artifical clouds with a collaborator, we had pictures made which were theoretically completely artificial pictures based upon that one very simple idea. And this picture everybody views as being clouds.

Tavoris Cloud might actually be hungrier than me. How often do you hear a fighter say that his opponent is hungrier than he is? I don’t need hunger. I’m motivated by my desire to prove that I’m different and that I can still silence the critics.

The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.

During inhalation, the breath should move exactly like clouds spreading in the sky.

He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below