She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.

This particular school of Zen has always considered itself the Marines of the spiritual world, so it has a kind of bias against conceptual thinking in favor of a very rigorous physical life.

I don't even hate books anymore.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed, It would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed, It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star, I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.