Take a quick dip, relax with a schnapps and a sandwich, stretch out, have a smoke, take a nap or just rest, and then sit around and chat until three. Then I hunt some more until sundown, bathe again, put on white tie and tails to keep up appearances, eat a huge dinner, smoke a cigar and sleep like a log until the sun comes up again to redden the eastern sky. This is living…. Could it be more perfect?

You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.

The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.

Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.

I work mornings only. I go out to lunch. Afternoons I play with the baby, walk with my husband, or shovel mail.

The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.