We can only accept teachings that we have put into practice with our own awakened understanding and that we can see with our own experience to be true.

We all exist as part of a wonderful stream of life.

I am a continuation like the rain is the continuation of the cloud.

Things cannot stay the same because they are influenced by everything else, everything that is not itself.

Just because we do not perceive something, it is not correct to say it does not exist.

Emptiness is not the opposite of existence. It is not nothingness or annihilation.

Direct experience is the only way.

Nourish yourself every day with the wonderful things that life has to offer you. Nourish yourself in the present moment. Walk in the kingdom of God.

The son needs the father to have access to his source, and the father needs the son to have access to the future and the infinite.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

It was strange how the future seemed tied inseparably to the past, so that both revolved through the present, like a great wheel...

The inner aspects of reincarnation have to do with where you put your mind. The more expansive state of mind you enter into, the less suffering there is.

Myths are the prototype for all stories. When we write a story on our own it can't help but link up with all sorts of myths. Myths are like a reservoir containing every story there is.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.

I have meant what I have done. Or I have often meant what I have done. Or I have sometimes meant what I have done. Or I have tried to mean what I was doing.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

I always say that I'm a writer who writes more from place than race.

I play music a lot but on my own mostly, so it was nice to be around other people. There was a certain sense a relief in the physical act of just playing and being with other musicians.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.