“Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.”

I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.

All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

Under the seams runs the pain.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.

Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.

Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.

Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

I don’t read reviews and I don’t know what to do with opinions, so I just lose them. They take up space, they become a process of manufacturing a persona, which I want to avoid.

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.

Don’t trust anyone. Be a cold fish. I hurt no one. And no one can hurt me.

Do you know the difference between a beautiful woman and a charming one?

Your world could grow infinitely bigger if you were only willing to become appropriately small.

And so it happens oft in many instances; more good is done without our knowledge than by us intended.

Fear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.

This coming and going of the inner life – because this is what it is – is a curse and a blessing.

I think that I am among the few lucky ones who are exploiting complexity.

Confuse the idea that all should have equal chance with the notion that all have equal endowments.