It's all very confusing. I think I'm very honest and candid, but I'm also proud of how honest and candid I am -- so where does that put me?

Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it.

It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most "familiarity" is meditated and delusive.

I submit that tennis is the most beautiful sport there is, and also the most demanding....Basketball comes close, but it's a team sport and lacks tennis's primal mano a mano intensity. Boxing might come close- at least at the lighter weight divisions- but the actual physical damage the fighters inflict on each other makes it too concretely brutal to be really beautiful- a level of abstraction and formality (i.e., play) is necessary for a sport to possess true metaphysical beauty (in my opinion).

Fiction, poetry, music...these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.

He said she went around with her feelings out in front of her with an arm around the feelings' windpipe and a Glock 9mm. to the feelings' temple like a terrorist with a hostage, daring you to shoot.

I think it's easy to stop smoking; it's just hard not to commit a felony after you stop.