There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

Funny how you can live a whole life waiting and not know it.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

You rest now. Rest for longer than you are used to resting. Make a stillness around you, a field of peace. Your best work, the best time of your life will grow out of this peace.

Most of us are never seen, not clearly, and when we are we likely jump and run.

I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize when it's too late.

Play with reason and doubt will close all the gates

Each of us has a spark of life inside us and our highest endeavor ought to be to set off that spark in one another.

He knows not the value of a day of pleasure who has not seen adversity.

Whatever creativity is, it is in part a solution to a problem.

Wit is better as a seasoning than as a whole dish by itself.

It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

People should and do trust me.

I was in them million dollar meetings, he was cheatin. All up in the church, he was sneakin wit the deacon.

I've always been bored with just making money. I've wanted to do things; I wanted to build things, to get something going. What money meant to me was that I was able to get money to do that for me.

O that the gods would bring to a miserable end such fictitious, crazy, deformed labours, with which the minds of the studious are blinded!