No one told me that you could be alive and be happy. No one told me, and if someone had I wouldn't have believed them. I thought that you had to die - physically die - to escape.

I'm the one who changes the world if I can follow what I think should and shouldn't be lived in this world.

The only difference between heaven and hell is believing a thought.

My life is a contribution.

The mind is so tricky. It will say, "No one cares. Is it true? Well, someone does. Let's see: So-and-so doesn't care. Well, maybe they do. Well, there is someone who doesn't care." It just shifts and shifts and shifts, so it can keep all of its concepts intact.

No one can give you freedom but you.

If I say, if I talk about, 'I want to be enlightened...' it implies a future. And there isn't any.