I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.

I'd seen a great many partial eclipses, but a partial eclipse has the same relation to a total eclipse as flirting with a man does to marrying him. It's completely different.

Your feelings are none of your business.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

The mind itself is an art object. It is a Mondrian canvas onto whose homemade grids it fits its own preselected products. Our knowledge is contextual and only contextual. Ordering and invention coincide: we call their collaboration knowledge.

The world knew you before you knew the world.

We still and always want waking.