I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time.

I can imagine her memories of the novel, or, more likely, of who she was and how she felt when reading it.

She felt the intimate loss of who was meant to become.

The receding perspective of my past smothers my present. Remembering is the malignancy that feasts on my now.

Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.

We rarely consider that we're also formed by the decisions we didn't make, by events that could have happened but didn't, or by our lack of choices, for that matter.

No nostalgia is felt as keenly as nostalgia for things that never existed.

He may be my half brother, but we're not related. A chasm of incommunicable worlds lies between us.

My features have blunted with the passage of time, my reflection only faintly resembles how I see myself. Gravity demands payback for the years my body has resisted it.

I also understand that you have to lie to yourself to survive in a bad marriage, you have to delude yourself if you want to carry on in this life.

Dear Police:You can't protect me and be scared of me.

I was very inspired by my mother. She was a vocal teacher and sang in a band, and my first memories of her were going out with her on the local circuit.

There is a mighty big difference between good sound reasons and reasons that sound good.

What do little kids do? They crawl on the floor and they build with blocks. I just continued to do that for the rest of my life.

I'm fulfilled in what I do. I never thought that a lot of money or fine clothes - the finer things of life - would make you happy. My concept of happiness is to be filled in a spiritual sense.

With the practice of meditation you can move into other states of mind, sort of ungluing the glue that binds you to a particular perceptual mode, a way of seeing life which is an illusory one.

It is dainty to be sick if you have leisure and convenience for it.

If you think something is missing in your life, it is probably YOU.

Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.

Religion operates on the principle 'I obey-therefore I am accepted by God.' But the operating principle of the gospel is 'I am accepted by God through what Christ has done-therefore I obey.'