Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer or the gears of a cycle transmission as he does at the top of a mountain or in the petals of a flower. To think otherwise is to demean the Buddha - which is to demean oneself.

Metaphysics is a restaurant where they give you a thirty thousand page menu, and no food.

From an endless beach of reality, we take a grain of sand and call it the world.

Stuckness shouldn't be avoided. It's the physic predecessor of all real understanding.

We want to make good time, but for us now this is measured with the emphasis on "good" rather than on "time".

For me, a writer should be more like a lighthouse keeper, just out there by himself. He shouldn't get his ideas from other people all around him.