And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".

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.

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.