We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — 'Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it.'

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.

I don’t like to be told what to do.

Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.

Life is an adventure, dare it.