You don't understand. I only prostitute the part of the body that isn't important, and nobody suffers except my karma a little bit. I don't do big harm. You prostitute your mind. Mind is seat of Buddha. What you do is very very bad. You should not use your mind in that way

I don't want enlightenment, I want him. Sorry Buddha, I loved him more than you.

When you notice light seeping into your coffin, it's hard to go on pretending that you're still dead.

The world other than as advertised can be an amazing place.

Expecting to be wrong about most things most of the time brings, finally, the kind of humility that leads to peace. I think.

Shun security, I advise aspiring novelists when they complain to me that they are stuck. Get disoriented. Maybe your agonizing writing block isnt agonizing enough. Your enemy is comfort.

The function of the West is to turn bodies and minds into products. It cannot understand that the rest of the world holds this to be an obscenity, a corruption of our nirvanic nature.