“To fire a bullet into the heart or brains of one’s fellow man—even a fellow man striving to do the same to you—creates what might be called an unassimilable memory: a memory that floats on daily life the way an oil stain floats on rainwater. Stir the rain barrel, scatter the oil into countless drops, disperse it all you like, but it will not mix; and eventually the slick comes back, as loathsomely intact as it ever was.”

“Let go of all that holds you back; the memories, events, people, whatever makes you feel worse, let it float with the wind - let go of whatever is no longer serving you.”

“The Human Oil Slick”

“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”

“… after you're dead and buried and floating around whatever place we go to, what's going to be your best memory of Earth? … What moment for you defines what it's like to be alive on this planet?”

“A drowning man tries to float but a drowned man float automatically. The first one is to be saved but the second one is for his identification.”

“Do not judge your fellow man until you have come into his situation.”

“I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.”

“The community of man should be treated in the same way you would treat your community of brothers or fellow citizens.”

“The greatest thing to come out of this [the war in Iraq] for the world economy, if you could put it that way, would be $20 a barrel for oil. That's bigger than any tax cut in any country.”