“Vegetarians are people who cannot hear tomatos screaming.”

I have found that you have only to take that one step toward the gods, and they will then take ten steps toward you. That step, the heroic first step of the journey, is out of, or over the edge of, your boundaries, and it often must be taken before you know that you will.

Art is the set of wings to carry you out of your own entanglement.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

If you want the whole thing, the gods will give it to you. But you must be ready for it.

We’re not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.

The best things cannot be told, the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.

Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.

If you are on the right path you will find that invisible hands are helping.

A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder. Fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won.

Midlife is when you reach the top of the ladder and find that it was against the wrong wall.

You have to learn to recognize your own depth.

You’ve got to find the force inside you.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

I’ve never been to a hotel with a rotating restaurant on top, but one time I took my girlfriend to a merry-go-round, and I gave her a burrito.

Here’s a thought for sweat shop owners: Air Conditioning. Problem solved.

One time I stayed at a haunted motel. When I checked into my room, there was a sheet on the floor, and I thought it was a ghost that had passed out, so I kicked it.

Wearing a turtleneck is like being strangled by a really weak guy, all day. Wearing a backpack and a turtleneck is like a weak midget trying to bring you down.

Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.

Love loves to love love.

I saw this wino, he was eating grapes. I was like, “Dude, you have to wait”.