Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

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

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

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