You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.

It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from itself and from its present knowledge (not identical with these). In any act of thinking, the mind must reach across this space between known and unknown, linking one to the other but also keeping visible to difference. It is an erotic space.

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.

We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.