To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.

The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.