
My favourite book, without a doubt is Siddhartha, that is an answer I will give without blinking.
Here are some of my favourite passages from Siddhartha -
The world, Govinda, is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment; very sin already carries grace within it, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people – eternal life. During deep meditation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman. Therefore, it seems to me that every that exists is good – death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly. Everything is necessary, every thing needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can harm me.
He saw the face of a newly born child, red and full of wrinkles,
ready to cry. He saw the face of a murderer, saw him plunge a knife into
the body of a man; at the same moment he saw this criminal kneeling
down, bound, and his head cut off by an executioner. He saw the naked
bodies of men and women in postures and transports of passionate love. He saw corpses stretched out, still, cold, empty.-Chapter 12, pg. 121
He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships
to each other, all helping each other, loving, hating, destroying each other
and become newly born. Each one of them was mortal, a passionate,
painful example of all that was transitory. Yet none of them died, they
only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time
stood between one face and another. - Chapter 12, pg. 121