Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?
A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order - willed, faked, and so brought into being.
No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
The courage of children and beasts is a function of innocence.
Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies.
The world is wider in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain and Lazarus.