This is the chapter in which he praises his young monks for their commitment to a path of awakening and explicates the granular nature of time: the 6,400,099,980 moments40 that constitute a single...

I knew I was dead, even if my parents didn't notice.

memories are time beings

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

I thought I understood everything about cruelty, but it turns out, I didn't understand anything at all.

I have to hurry up and write them down before I forget. I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then...

I am more grateful now than ever for the way you raised us, teaching us the value of kindness, of education, of independent thinking and liberal ideals, in the face of the fascism that is sweeping our...

Do you have to live to be a hundred to really grow up?

As he ran through the dense understory, he could read the signs of arboreal intrigue, the drama and power struggles as species vied for control over a patch of sunlight, or giant firs and fungal...

saddened. Cheered at the thought of the many instants that arise and are available to do good in the world. Saddened by all the misspent moments that have piled on top of each other and led us to this...

even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the...

Does the half-life of information correlate with the decay of our attention?

we must keep up our studies even as civilization collapses around us.

My last thoughts, measured out in drops of ink.

what's the point in beating yourself up when other people will do it for you?

It was the most ordinary thing in the world, but it felt like we were lovers or something, because in Japan dads don't generally hug and kiss their kids. Don't ask me why. They just don't. But we...

I have been caused to live by the deep conditions of the universe to which I am humbly and deeply grateful.

She chuckled to herself and wiped her eyes with her crooked old finger. Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears....

It was the most ordinary thing in the world, but it felt like we were doing something illegal, lovers or something, because in Japan dads don't generally hug and kiss their kids. Don't ask me why....

What is the half-life of information?

{...} 6,400,099,980 moments that constitute a single day. His point is that every single one of those moments provides an opportunity to reestablish our will. Even the snap of a finger, he says,...

Although he claimed not to understand matters of human conscience, it was precisely his own conscience that led him to question the status quo, and which would cost

The moment I saw the gate I had a strong thought to turn around and throw myself headfirst down the steep stone steps or just let myself free-fall backward into the pillowy softness of eternity, and...

I was deep inside my mind, which is where I go when things get too intense.

I don't know why I keep asking you these questions. It's not like I expect you to answer, and even if you did answer, how would I know? But maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe when I ask you a question...

In reality, every reader, while he is reading, is the reader of his own self. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument, which he offers to the reader to permit him to discern what,...

“Quantum information is like information from sleep,” he said. - We cannot show her to others, and when we try to describe it, we change the memory of her

This is the very feeling when a cold fish dies in your stomach. You try to forget about it, but, only you forget, the fish again begins to tremble under your heart, recalling that something was...

If you have to keep a diary someday, you know - the problem with the description of the past is hidden in the present: even if you write very quickly, you still get stuck forever in the then and never...

You try to forget about it, but, only you forget, the fish again begins to tremble under your heart, recalling that something was completely terrible.