“The heart is that which lies at the centre of things, and is also formless.”

It is simple awareness devoid of movement to and fro, of past and future, within and without, merit and harm.

Wherever the centre of a thing lies, there lies its heart, for the word ‘heart’ means centrality.

I was at Rutgers University, and that was a center for Fluxus in a way. But it wasn’t what I was interested in.

All these financiers, all the little gnomes of Zürich and the other financial centres, about whom we keep on hearing.

I think I’m the only player who looks at each and every center and says to myself, ‘That’s barbecued chicken down there.’

There is in the universe neither center nor circumference.

Here are centered the hopes and aspirations and faith of the entire human race. I do not stand here as advocate for any partisan cause, for the issues are fundamental and reach quite beyond the realm of partisan consideration.

Finding the center of strength within ourselves is in the long run the best contribution we can make to our fellow men. … One person with indigenous inner strength exercises a great calming effect on panic among people around him.

There’s nobody taking center from me until I give it up.

My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.