“I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.”

“Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.”

“I am alone, I am all alone, I am completely alone. Grasping this reality, I let go of my bag, drop to my knees and press my forehead against the floor. There, I offer up to the universe a fervent prayer of thanks. First in English. Then in Italian. And then - just to get the point across - in Sanskrit.”

“Although I am able to walk about freely, I am a prisoner in my skin.”

“I’m trying to see the magic in everyday miracles now: the fact that my heart still beats, that I can lift my feet off of the earth to walk and that there is something in me worthy of love.”

“I am an anarchist in a totally different category from that of all anarchists who ever lived on the face of the earth. I am a category consisting of myself, because my focus is completely different. I am not against the government, I'm against the need for government. I am not against the courts, I am against the need for courts. Someday, sometime, I see the need for man to be able to live without any control - religious or political - as it will be a discipline in itself.”