To A Buddhist, Contradictions Only Exist In

Shun Security, I Advise Aspiring Novelists When They Complain To Me That They Are Stuck. Get Disoriented. Maybe Your Agonizing Writing Block Isnt Agonizing Enough. Your Enemy Is Comfort.

You Don't Understand. I Only Prostitute The Part Of The Body That Isn't Important, And Nobody Suffers Except My Karma A Little Bit. I Don't Do Big Harm. You Prostitute Your Mind. Mind Is Seat Of Buddha. What You Do Is Very Very Bad. You Should Not Use Your Mind In That Way

To A Buddhist, Contradictions Only Exist In A Mind That Has Been Forced To Cultivate Them.

Don't Ask Me When I First Mastered The Obvious.

Expecting To Be Wrong About Most Things Most Of The Time Brings, Finally, The Kind Of Humility That Leads To Peace. I Think.