We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...

Usually it takes me about nine to 12 months to write a book.

Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

You are what you are" "Which is what? I wondered

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars.

I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.