Certain sincerely devout and spiritually advanced people believe that the God of their understanding helps them find parking places and gives them advice on Mass. Lottery numbers.

We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

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

I think the only thing for me, the tricky thing with the footnotes, is that they are an irritant, and they require a little extra work, and so they either have to be really germane or they have to be kind of fun to read.

...the sun would leave my sky if I couldn't assume you'd simply come and tell me you were sad.

When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.

Good literature makes your head throb heartlike