Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.

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.

Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.