The irrational haunts the metaphysical.

Why do we people in churches seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged tour of the Absolute?

Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?

Painters work from the ground up. The latest version of a painting overlays earlier versions, and obliterates them. Writers, on the other hand, work from left to right. The discardable chapters are on the left.

The interior life is often stupid.

The reader's ear must adjust down from loud life to the subtle, imaginary sounds of the written word. An ordinary reader picking up a book can't yet hear a thing; it will take half an hour to pick up the writing's modulations, its ups and downs and louds and softs.