Reality has no inside, outside, or middle part.

As long as you look for a Buddha somewhere else, you'll never see that your own mind is the Buddha

When you don't understand, you depend on reality. When you do understand, reality depends on you.

Not thinking about anything is Zen. Once you know this, walking, sitting, or lying down, everything you do is Zen.

Once you stop clinging and let things be, you'll be free, even of birth and death. You'll transform everything.

All know the way, but few actually walk it.

If you use your mind to study reality, you won't understand either your mind or reality. If you study reality without using your mind, you'll understand both.

To seek is to suffer. To seek nothing is bliss.

The essence of the Way is detachment. And the goal of those who practice is freedom from appearances.

The true Way is sublime. It can't be expressed in language. Of what use are scriptures? But someone who sees his own nature finds the Way, even if he can't read a word.

The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion.

For every quote, there is one that challenges it.

When you have higher thoughts, rid yourself of anything that threatens to lower them.

Random political acts produce random political results. Why waste even a rock?

I think increasingly consumers are judging the quality of their travel and hotel experiences by their ability to have access to basic technologies, including Wi-Fi.

As a young person, I was on the road playing music, so I was getting new environments shoved in my face whether I wanted them or not.

How hollow must your life be for you to waste it hating and oppressing others, whose lives are of no consequence to your own?

I think my formative experiences were really in junior high, where at a typical public school we were doing little genetic experiments, very classic experiments.

Maine Road was a great football stadium but as time moved on it stayed where it is.

I touched Roger's bat and held it to my heart. My bat will lie next to his. I'm damn proud of that.

The paradox of Reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.