Insanity is a lack of proportion.

The past can be tamed and controlled.

Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.

Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

I made the mistake of thinking that if you add up the past, you sum up the future; I forgot how frequently life astonishes us.

To live exhilaratingly in and for the moment is deadly serious work, fun of the most exhausting sort