What I call talking to God, you may call talking to myself. Of course, I’m flattered that you’d think I am God.

“He’s got the world’s softest knuckles. They’re like rubber the way they bounce …”

“A brick could be held in one hand, and a stack of dollar bills in the other, to…”

“Do either a brick or a blanket have Buddha nature? The answer is yes and no and…”

“Love is like a blanket: it will keep you warm, but it might also suffocate you.…”