Never confuse a hunger for knowledge with a thirst for truth.
More sailors have drowned in words than in the sea.
A champion is someone who has overcome a lot of fear.
The beauty of this day doesn’t depend on its lasting forever.
You can’t eliminate the dust, only move it somewhere else.
Love is a wild child, always at odds with society.
Almost all our cares are imaginary. We think them into existence.
Thoughts come out of nowhere like everything else.
Nothing is more ridiculous than one person telling another how to live.
No one really remembers anything five minutes after it happens.
It’s fun to invent systems and meanings and then poke holes in them.
We know birth and we know death; the mystery is everything in-between.
Through the magic of art imaginary worlds become real.
A beautiful sentence and a beautiful sunset derive from the same source.
Movement is the freedom of the body; stillness, of the mind.
An avalanche doesn’t look back at the damage it causes.
Sometimes out of sheer perversion reality conforms to my wishes.
There is no fact which is not at least part fiction.
Speak in your own voice about the things that matter to you.
Writing begins as a solitary obsession and ends up as communication.
Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.
Things put in the wrong place have found a new place.
When death speaks to me, it speaks only of the beauty of life.
The knowledge an artist possesses is an advanced form of daydreaming.