The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking about wars between nations or assaults on nature, there's still that aggressiveness that keeps us apart from each other and the problems we need to be working on.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

In fact, men are outliving their usefulness. All you need are sperm banks to keep the species going, and those are coming along now. Most men are rotten lovers, women say, so there's not much loss in replacing sex with science.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies ...