The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

stick at it like a benni addict