I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

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.

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition.