Everybody is dealing with how much of their own aliveness they can bear and how much they need to anesthetize themselves.
Believing in religion is like believing that adulthood is the solution to childhood.
The past influences everything and dictates nothing.
The vocabulary of oneโs self-criticism is so impoverished and clichรฉd. We are at our most stupid in our self-hatred.
I am always true to myself, that is the problem. Who else could I be true to?
Lovers, of course, are notoriously frantic epistemologists, second only to paranoiacs (and analysts) as readers of signs and wonders.