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His passion was for deep philosophical questions, and he could talk for hours and hours... Sometimes you'd want to say to him, 'What about the Yankees?' or 'Look at the leaves, they're changing color!'
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Sharon Salzberg, one of Harris' teachers of Buddhist meditation, describing how he "stood out", in his youth; as quoted in "Just say no to Jesus", Washington Post, November 12, 2006.

 

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