We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.
To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation’s sweetest dreams of itself.
This world is full of conflicts and full of things that cannot be reconciled but there are moments when we can transcend the dualistic system and reconcile and embrace the whole mess and that’s what I mean by Hallelujah.
This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can’t live without love. That life has very little meaning without love.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.
There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
There are writers who are great visionaries, who can depict huge movements – things like that. They’re the great writers. I’m just the other kind.
There are some people who come to me for some illumination on their problems. I guess they feel I’m writing about some of the things they themselves are going through. But I don’t usually have much help to give – there isn’t much you can say to someone in the midst of their own crises.
The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.
The place of music in the world today is overwhelming. It is the emotional life of most people.
The older I get, the surer I am that I’m not running the show.
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
