Facts and particulars annoy me.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.