This world cannot explain its own difficulties without the assistance of another.
Light is time thinking about itself.
The Mexican. . . is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and pecularities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death. The ideal of a single civilization for everyone, implicit in the cult of progress and technique, impoverishes and mutilates us. Every view of the world that becomes extinct, every culture that disappears, diminishes a possibility of life
Believing ourselves to be possessors of absolute truth degrades us: we regard every person whose way of thinking is different from ours as a monster and a threat and by so doing turn our own selves into monsters and threats to our fellows.
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.
The supreme value is not the future but the present. The future is a deceitful time that always says to us, 'Not Yet,' and thus denies us. . . Whoever builds a house for future happiness builds a prison for the present.
There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lies happiness.
Given the brevity of our time here, it does seem likely that our species, too, must have at best a blinkered understanding of the shape of things, the import of certain events and what distinguishes 'good' from 'bad' luck.
I think when you live with somebody, you grow up. You learn a lot about yourself through somebody else.
Everybody has to get up and do their jobs to get things together, and that's it. And I've always been able to find a location with friendly people I've worked with before, and then they like to participate in the profits and so on.