Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.

No time for poetry but exactly what is.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

In all this welter of women I still hadn't got one for myself, not that I was trying too hard, but sometimes I felt lonely to see everybody paired off and having a good time and all I did was curl up in my sleeping bag in the rosebushes and sigh and say bah. For me it was just red wine in my mouth and a pile of firewood