The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

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.

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

Chair or no chair: a binary relation. But the vicissitudes of moving the body around are infinite. You never know what a person in a chair can do.

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

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

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.