The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

I love my work but do not know how I write it.

In the early ages, I believe not much thought was given to what man is and what his real functions should be, and what is the real purpose of his life.

I say I am a Planetwalker. Then I have to explain that a Planetwalker is anyone who walks the planet as a lifestyle choice, as part of an education in the spirit and hope of using the journey to benefit the world.

Fighting taught me, I learned from life. It's a school, I'm still learning.

Nothing has existence unless you, I, or some living creature perceives it, and how it is perceived further influences that reality. Even time itself is not exempted from biocentrism.