“The middle years, caught between children and parents, free of neither: the past stretches back too densely, it is too thickly populated, the future has not yet thinned out.”

“We write not only for children but also for their parents. They, too, are serious children.”

“Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.”

“Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future too.”

“from the beginning, through the
middle years and up to the
end:
too bad, too bad, too bad.”

“I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack;
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.”

“All beings are not only the parents in the past.
They will become the Buddha in the future.
If you free their lives, you are Buddha.”

“Too many are focused on rewriting the past, invent the future!”

“My parents were free about nudity, and we are too. I’d like our children to feel unashamed of whatever shape they are. People should worry about other things.”

“They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.”