My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
Obviously the imagination is fueled by emotions beyond the control of the conscious mind.
Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.
My opinion is it's a bridge too far to go to fully autonomous cars.
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
I drive a car, like an adult. Not brilliantly. I'm not great.
A new car is not going to change your life.
And know that I am with you always; yes, to the end of time.
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
On the whole, I prefer Christmas as an adult than I did as a child.
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.
The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.
I love being a dad. I just love it.
Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.
