Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.

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.

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

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

Believe in the holy contour of life.