If you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.

It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope.

Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew--knew--that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?

I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.

I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.