Meditation... dissolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.

This may be said for the last quarter of the twentieth century: the truism that if we want a better world we will have to be better people came to be acknowledge, if not thoroughly understood, by a significantly large minority.

Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.

Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines.'

Peeple of zee wurl, relax

The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.

Salvador Dali and fifty cents will get you a cup of clock melt.