Goodbye. I'm leaving because I'm bored.

Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.

I think kindness is a sort of gateway virtue - having that simple aspiration can get you into deep water very quickly - in a good way.

My view is that our minds are incredibly powerful animals that are, during life, kept somewhat in check by the load of our bodies. Once that load is gone (or so some ancient texts teach us) the mind is like a horse off the tether. So the habits we get into here might have something to do with what happens to us afterwards. An exciting but harrowing idea, given the everyday state of my mind. But also hopeful, since that's something a person can work with.

I'm always nice when I do drugs. But, you know, I'm nicer on the drug called "writing."

I'm a big fan of the Russians: Isaac Babel is just an exquisite line-to-line stylist.

What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.