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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance... Quotes

 “Sometimes it's a little better to travel than to arrive” 

― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values


“In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. 


“The test of the machine is the satisfaction it gives you. There isn't any other test. If the machine produces tranquility it's right. If it disturbs you it's wrong until either the machine or your mind is changed.” 

― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values


“The real cycle you're working on is a cycle called yourself.” 


― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values


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