“In Bali life is a rhythmic, patterned unreality of pleasant, significant movement, centered in one’s own body to which all emotions long ago withdrew.”

Loving you is just like breathing, as effortless, and as lovely.

I was wise enough to never grow up while fooling most people into believing I had.

Be who you really are, do what you want to do, in order to have what you really want.

Never underestimate the ability of a small group of committed individuals to change the world.

Prayer does not use up artificial energy, doesn’t burn up any fossil fuel, doesn’t pollute. Neither does song, neither does love, neither does the dance.

For the very first time the young are seeing history being made before it is censored by their elders.

The Samoan puts the burden of amatory success upon the man and believes that women need more initiating, more time for maturing of sexual feeling. A man who fails to satisfy a woman is looked upon as a clumsy, inept blunderer.

Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.

The need to find meaning is as real as the need for trust and for love, for relations with other human beings.

In almost any society I think, the quality of the nonconformists is likely to be just as good as and no better than that of the conformists.

Injustice experienced in the flesh, in deeply wounded flesh, is the stuff out of which change explodes.

We must have a place where children can have a whole group of adults they can trust.

Contentment can be bought at a price that one can not possibly pay.

Throughout history, females have picked providers for males. Males pick anything.

Monogamous heterosexual love is probably one of the most difficult, complex and demanding of human relationships.

What the world needs is not romantic lovers who are sufficient unto themselves, but husbands and wives who live in communities, relate to other people, carry on useful work and willingly give time and attention to their children.

I’ve never had any problems with women. Having been one of the world’s greatest womanizers they’ve probably had more problems with me.

One of the things I’ve realized is how portable God is. No really, He’s everywhere!

In which (or where) everyone is mainly (or mostly) trying to assert oneself in front of others (“devant les autres”, Fr.), to appear, and hoping to find in society (“mondaine”, Fr.) relationships some advantages for his interest and vanity (or vainglory or conceit”, Fr).

The only bad workout is the one that didn’t happen.

One of the photographers was like, “Can you stop talking and try to look sexy for a minute?”

One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor.

Unkindness almost always stands for the displeasure that one has in oneself.

I like most kinds of music. So I haven’t got a bag, as they say. Except the big black one in the hall outside.