I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.
I've suffered rib injuries, but I've never had a broken one. I've dislocated it and popped it, and even that, a big step down from broken, it hurts so bad. But you can't really move. You can't even fully breathe and take a deep breath of air.
If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.
I hate to travel. I don't go anywhere.
To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.
It was very frustrating, sitting on the couch, not doing anything. I couldn't pick up anything with my left hand. I was in a soft cast all the way up to my elbow. It wasn't fun. A lot of TV. I don't wish it upon anybody.
When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.
When I had my injury, I had gotten hit, and it hurt like hell.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
I think it was hard at first for my dad to transition to being immobile.
Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.
The Vice President is like a man in a cataleptic state. He cannot speak. He cannot move.
Remember the movements that don't look like moving.
There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.
The universe is then one, infinite, immobile. ... It is not capable of comprehension and therefore is endless and limitless, and to that extent infinite and indeterminable, and consequently immobile.
They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.
Men must be capable of imagining and executing and insisting on social change if they are to reform or even maintain civilization, and capable too of furnishing the rebellion which is sometimes necessary if society is not to perish of immobility.
To be immobile is to be in chains.
I came here...in 1962. I'm not going anywhere.
Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.
I do not fear … rupture—rupture with habits of thought, with ideas, with behaviors of the past that have prevented us from advancing, from grasping the future between our two arms … I want a rupture with conformity … with half heartedness … with conservatism … with immobility. This rupture I believe necessary. This rupture I have betrothed myself to. This rupture the French people have approved. This rupture I will perform.
Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
If you keep dead still, they will run down in three of four minutes.
Advising his successor on how to deal with long-winded White House visitors and dignitaries:
I had the perfect accident for the perfect idea. I was rendered immobile where the only thing I could do is mess with my computer.