Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.

We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.

Should you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropriate port you find yourself docked.

I show up in my writing room at approximately 10 A.M. every morning without fail. Sometimes my muse sees fit to join me there and sometimes she doesn't, but she always knows where I'll be. She doesn't need to go hunting in the taverns or on the beach or drag the boulevard looking for me.

You may tell the greatest lies and wear a brilliant disguise, but you can't escape the eyes of the one who sees right through you.

More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.

Once one pays some attention to something, then you begin to see evidence of it everywhere.