The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in.

Once human beings realize something can be done, they're not satisfied until they've done it.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

. . . is to attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing Darkness. It cannot be.

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind.

I live in an apocalyptic dream. My steps fit into it so precisely that I fear most of all I will grow bored reliving the thing so exactly.