Character: Jafe

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.

- You shouldn't have cut the beard, you looked like a happy little sage.
Well, I'm not a happy little sage, I'm tired.

I don't want to hear all your word descriptions of words words words that you wrote all winter, man I want to enlightened action.

Yeah, man, you know, for me is the Buddha. Just think, so much patience, hundreds of thousands of years it sits here completely silently, and as if praying for all life in this silence, and only waiting for us to stop his silly fuss.

- You know what my prayer is?
- What?
- I sit down and say, list all friends, all relatives, all enemies, one by one, without any hard feelings and thanks, without anger, without anything, and I say like this: "Jaffe Ryder, equally empty, equally beloved, equally a coming Buddha", then turn to the next, say, "David O. Selznick, equally empty, equally beloved, equally a coming Buddha", though don't take such names as David O. Selznick, I only take those who know because when I say "still coming Buddha," I want to think about their eyes - take here, for example, Morley, his blue eyes conductive glasses: when I think "still coming Buddha", and think about those eyes and just see a genuine slim calm and the truth of his coming Buddhahood. And then think of the eyes of his enemy.

Smith, you have no idea what this privilege to make gifts to others.

- All these people, said Jaffe, - every single one of them have toilets with white tiles, and they put them in big dirty piles, like bears in the mountains, but it all washed away in a convenient, constantly check the drains and the shit no one else thinks, no one imagines that they originate in the shit, the scum and the filth of the sea. They are all day to wash her hands with a creamy soap that secretly want to eat this, my bathroom.