In every piece of writing that writer means something which is known only by him, no one can interpret that correctly except the writer himself.

When something that violent hits you, you can’t help but lose your balance and fall. And after you pick yourself up, you realize you can’t trust anybody to save you—not your husband, not your mother, not God. So what can you do to stop yourself from tilting and falling all over again?

Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.

It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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