Like those in the valley behind us, most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid the hardships.

The more you look, the more you see.

That's all the motorcycle is, a system of concepts worked out in steel.

You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge.

The funny thing about insane people is that it is kind of the opposite of being a celebrity. Nobody envies you.

What is seen now so much more clearly is that although the names keep changing and the bodies keep changing, the larger pattern that holds us all together goes on and on.

When you live in the shadow of insanity, the appearance of another mind that thinks and talks as yours does is something close to a blessed event.