The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.

He who cannot howl will not find his pack.

There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.

The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.

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