Once someone loses trust, that’s it, Gerald. It’s gone. It’s broken. You can’t repair it with explanations. You can’t wheedle trust back from someone.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.

The idea that I&#39;m going to have to sit down to write some fiction where I&#39;m going to have to think of a plot would really scare me, because it would come out a mess.

He is not stubborn, not narrow-minded, not lazy, not stupid. There was just no easy explanation. So it was left up in the air, a kind of mystery that one gives up on because there is no sense in just going round and round and round looking for an answer that’s not there.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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