Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.

I felt free and therefore I was free.

Something that you feel will find its own form.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

There's wisdom in wine.

Because anybody can write, but not everybody invents new forms of writing. Gertrude Stein invented a new form of writing and her imitators are just "talents."