My bones are ringing the way sometimes people say their ears are ringing, I'm so tired.

These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light - the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

I am not what you see and hear.

Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.

One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.

This appetite to choose death by pleasure if it is available to choose - this appetite of your people unable to choose appetites, this is the death.

The entire ball game, in terms of both the exam and life, was what you gave attention to vs. what you willed yourself to not.