At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting

People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television; they prefer books.

Even if things are as bad as they could possible be, and as meaningless, then matters of truth are themselves indifferent; we may as well please our sensibilities and, with as much spirit as we can muster, go out with a buck and a wing.

No one can help you if you're stuck in a work. Only you can figure a way out, because only you can see the work's possibilities.

You empty yourself and wait, listening. After a time you hear it: There is nothing there...You feel the world's word as a tension, a hum, a single chorused note everywhere the same. This is it: This hum is the silence.

Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.