So much is yet to come. Soon will be blankets and pillows, and books by the bed to make the stuff of dreams. And then tomorrows.

Whoever wants the "I" to yield up its mysterious and tremendous secret must stop it from looking perpetually in the mirror, must stop the little ego's fascination with its own image.

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.

Within my body are all the sacred places of the world and the most profound pilgrimage that I can ever make is within my own body.

The horrible truth is that I am lazy and I am going to write and do bits that just hand themselves to me.

Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?

There is light. There is darkness. There is high and there is low. But in the world now it seems to me this struggle between light and darkness is more evident than ever.

I don't know, man, I guess I'm gonna fade into Bolivian.

We have been forgiven so much that nothing we forgive compares to the amount we have been forgiven.

How amazing it is to be alive Anyone who lives and breathes and puts both feet on the ground, What possible reason could he have for envying the gods

He has the power to heal and strengthen the soul. He is Jesus Christ.