“We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.”

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

I am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

I’m planning a catastrophe.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

First of all, nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you were naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

Then let’s be quiet together.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?

Well, I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

Never make a decision when you need to pee.

I don’t want to be a star, merely dying.

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.

Racism will disappear when it’s no longer profitable, and no longer psychologically useful. And when that happens, it’ll be gone. But at the moment, people make a lot of money off of it, pro and con.

It is better to burn than to disappear.

Give evil nothing to oppose and it will disappear by itself.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

One’s suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields – even to sadness.

When the student is ready the teacher will appear. When the student is truly ready. The teacher will Disappear.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.