I don’t ask writers about their work habits. I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, ‘Is he as crazy as I am?’ I don’t need that question answered.
If one has realised, he is that which alone is, and which alone has always been. He cannot describe that state. He can only be that.
The greatest happiness is to transform one's feelings into action.
Don't make me think.