It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point.
I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
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.
It is all falling indelibly into the past.
The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.
In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.