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

Something that you feel will find its own form.

I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

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

What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.

The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.