The best thing about time passing is the privilege of running out of it, of watching the wave of mortality break over me and everyone I know.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

You can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.