They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

I got here the same way the coin did.

What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

The truth may often be carried about by those who themselves remain all unaware of it. They bear that which has weight and substance and yet for them has no name whereby it may be evoked or called forth. They go about ignorant of the true nature of their condition, such are the wiles of truth and such its stratagems.

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.