“Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.”

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.

The ways of fear, and the new awareness, the ways of love.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.

The history of human consciousness is marked by the battle between the old awareness.

To not ever feel myself living, To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.

To be one, to be united is a great thing. But to respect the right to be different is maybe even greater.

Yet unlike oil, gold or woodchips, it is essential to the wellbeing of humanity. We are made of it and fashioned by it…our psychological beings resonate with it.

I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.

It’s important to be yourself.

I think everyone is most confident when they are just being themselves and not trying to impress others.

I mean, everybody would love to have their clothes torn off by a mob of girls, but being screamed at is different.

There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you’ll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire.

I logically don’t believe that all this stuff [surrounding us] is generated from dust. But I’m also not like “Jesus Christ came down to save us.” It’s almost selfish to think that human beings, on this plane of reality, are the end of it.