A man lusts to become a god... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

If you kill me, you kill yourself." [...] He only wanted to convey to Janegg the truth of ahimsa, which is that all beings were connected to each other in the deepest way and thus it was impossible to harm another without harming oneself.

We are the eyes through which the Univers observes itself and knows itself divine.

The true human being is the meaning of the universe. He is a dancing star. He is the exploding singularity pregnant with infinite possibilities.

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

I am not interested in things getting better; what I want is more: more human beings, more dreams, more history, more consciousness, more suffering, more joy, more disease, more agony, more rapture, more evolution, more life.