I do my thinking while I walk. It just loosens up the mind in the way that you don't get when you are sitting at a desk.

Pillow talk. It's how you know, it's how you tell, that something different, something special is happening: that this might even be the most important night of your life. Some day -some night- I hope you both may know it, with whoever it may be: the wish, stealing up on you, not to just merge bodies, but all you have, all your years, all your memories up to that point. And why should you wish to do that, if you haven't already guessed that your future too, will be shared?

What does education do, what does it have to offer, when deprived of its necessary partner, the future, and face instead with - no future at all?

There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on--a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.

I don't reread my books.

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it's so slow and sweet and everlasting.

I like the world we've got. If there is anything special and magical, I have to find it in the ordinary stuff.