Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore.
Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.
What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love.
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
Never make a decision when you need to pee.
In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.
I’m planning a catastrophe.
I wish I could say twelve things at once. I wish I could say all there was to say in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.
I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That’s what sitting on your ass does to your face.
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot. Magic never died. God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened. Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled…