What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.
All human existence is a trick of light.
The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.
It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point.
Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.
When my head is in the typewriter the last thing on my mind is some imaginary reader. I don't have an audience; I have a set of standards.