Oh how daily life is. (Ah que la vie est quotidienne.)

And to kill time while awaiting death, I smoke slender cigarettes thumbing my nose to the gods.

Oh, how daily life is.

Oh, how daily life is. (Ah, que la vie est quotidienne.)

Oh, what a day-to-day business life is.

To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

The consequences of seeking popularity is not only the chronic feeling of lonliness, but a desire to hide your face from the eyes of the universe.

Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

I don't take anything too seriously. If I do, I realize pretty quickly that's why I'm uncomfortable.

I do not consider myself a teddybear. Just to be clear, I don't feel sorry for myself.

The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.

I have to accept the fact that, no matter what I do, it's going to annoy someone.

It's so hard to be a mother and to also want to practice your art.

These are the stories of travelers on a spiritual quest between worlds. Part mythmaker, part poet, Omar Castaeda is an original, and these stories are unlike any in our literature.