He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.

I was more worn out with the "Odyssey" than it was with the "Iliad." I mean, just comparing those two - you can see how it's changing, how the language of the "Iliad" is somehow monstrously new - and that language of the "Odyssey" is more comfortable, even for us.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.