I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident — before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying. |

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. |

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower. |

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke. |

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words... |

As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed down inside him with a roar. |

If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse. |

Who, being loved, is poor ? |

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes. |

People don’t want to buy a quarter-inch drill. They want a quarter-inch hole. |

There’s the whole Buddhist thing about the essence of a bowl being its emptiness—that’s why it’s useful. Its emptiness allows it to hold something. I guess that means that design must talk about something else. If you make design about design, you’re just stacking bowls, and that’s not what bowls are for. |

There is no design without discipline. There is no discipline without intelligence. |

I have several times made a poor choice by avoiding a necessary confrontation. |

Loving friendship is able to endure everything; it refuses no burden. |

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself. |

A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires. |

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together. |

If you are not embarrassed by the first version of your product, you’ve launched too late. |

Every weakness contains within itself a strength. |

The world is too noisy and distracted to probably ultimately survive. Everyone needs to shut the fuck up. The answers are in the silence. Monks set themselves on fire to protest and to make this point. Just consider it. |

The weight of the world is love.
Under the burden of solitude,
under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight, the weight we carry is love. |

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view. |

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening. |

It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. |