Ray Smith quotes

Hopping a freight out of Los Angeles at high noon one day in late September 1955 I got on a gondola and lay down with my duffel bag under my head and my knees crossed and contemplated the clouds as we rolled north to Santa Barbara.

I warned him at once I didn't give a goddamn about the mythology and all the names and national flavors of Buddhism

It was exactly like he'd said: wet, immense, timbered, mountainous, cold, exhilarating, challenging.

The chipmunk ran into the rocks and the butterfly came out. It was as simple as that.