Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.

There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.

How easy it was to make people happy, when you didn't want or need anything from them.

Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.

The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.

At times ... one is downright thankful for the self-absorption of other people.

I read constantly. If I don't have a good book, I'm beside myself.