To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts.

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.