Book: The Dharma Bums

Small flowers grew everywhere among the stones, no one asked them about it, just like me.

- It all goes on and on, the students and the Teachers go through the same thing: first you need to find and tame the bull of the essence of your mind, then throw it, then they finally reach nothing, as in this empty picture, then, having achieved nothing, they get everything - spring flowers in the trees, so in the end they go down to the cities to get drunk with butchers like Li Bo.

I ate the banana and threw out the peel. "This is a banana ceremony."

Get yourself a house outside the city, live cheap, sometimes come to walk in bars, write, wander the hills, learn how to fool, plank boards, talk with grandmothers, carry firewood for them, clap their hands in churches, use the grace from above, take floriculture lessons, grow chrysanthemums at the door, and, for God's sake, get married, make yourself a smart, kind, human girlfriend who doesn't need nightly martinis and all this stupid sparkling kitchen machinery.

- I don't care, I just want to sit up there alone all summer.
- You say that now, and will soon sing a very different way. In the words of some brave. And then you start to baslat with himself. That's okay - the main thing, son, don't start to afford the same answer.

My father was a great man, a loved one saying: "In this world a lot more donkeys than words."

Yeah, the good ones remain in heaven, they were in heaven from the beginning.

All trails are as follows: first, floating in a kind of Shakespearean Arden Paradise, expecting to meet the nymphs and boys with flutes, and then you suddenly feel overwhelmed by a hot sun, bringing to a boil, just a hell of dust, nettles and poison oak... just like in life.

Alva said, while people like us are stuck on being real Orientals and wearing robes, really Eastern people read about surrealism, about Charles Darwin and stick out from Western business suits.

Well, guess what, Smith? I come to the Buddhist lecture and they all jammed undiluted sake tea cups, everything is pretty. That crazy Japanese saints! You were right! No difference! We got drunk and talked about Prajna! Nishtyak!

You're always drunk - I do not know how you will achieve enlightenment and will remain in the mountains: you're always going to run downstairs and drink the money that you will give to the beans and finish all in the ditch in the rain, drunk mess, and you get locked up, and you have to be reborn in the sober bartender to atone for your karma.

- What do you oral, Smith, you're constantly eating and drinking.
- I am Buddha the Pit of the Stomach, - I said.
- That cat, huh? exclaimed Jaffe.
- Psyche, - I said, ' this world is a movie of what everything is one big movie made everywhere of the same, it belongs to no one, that's what it is.
- Ah, nonsense.

- Well, what are you sitting there all day?
- I am the Buddha known as the Quitter.

All you roll in the mud to confirm the crystal truth of compassion.