Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.