Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.

Teaching writing is a hustle.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinates are our own naming that they cannot save us. They cannot find for us the way again.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.