When I speak or when I offer ideas and explain how the universe seems to work from the point of view that I've understood, it seems to give people a lift - an unshackling or freeing.

What I thought was unreal now, for me, seems in some ways to be more real than what I think to be real, which seems now to be unreal

Reality gets created through acts of observation

When you start to try to understand everything in terms of words, the understanding of the words becomes the experience, and the experience gets lost.

Consciousness is the creative element in the universe. Without it, nothing would appear.

I read that Buddha was able to see all of his past lives, and I realized the only way any of these people could do that is by being outside of time.

The quantum is that embarrassing little piece of thread that always hangs from the sweater of space-time. Pull it and the whole thing unravels.

The self is fundamentally an illusion arising as a reflection of the soul in matter, much as a clear lake at midnight reflects the moon.

People who are creative often will spend hours doing something and come out of their period of creation and not even notice that hours have passed. In that sense, they're able to time travel.

You had to be able to lift yourself outside of the time stream - and that essentially became what is called the yoga of time travel.

In very subtle ways, how we regard ourselves and others continually changes us into something new.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

He's like a man with a fork, in a world of soup. (about his brother Liam)

It still hurts, " she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

Do the job for the joy of work.

Love me, love my dog.

The road ahead is not easy. Iraq is currently the center of the war on terror.

After all, conflict arises, does it not, through the desire to be something, to be other than what is.

Photographic cropping is always experienced as a rupture in the continuous fabric of reality.

Getting out of the comfortable path, that's what exploration is all about.

The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.