If you really want to know what's happening here and now, you've got to use your own eyes and your own judgment.

To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.

I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.