... talk, not sex, constitutes most of the intercourse between a man and his wife.
We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.
Some hours weigh against a whole lifetime.
Illusion is an anodyne, bred by the gap between wish and reality.
I try to write a certain amount each day, five days a week. A rule sometimes broken is better than no rule.
The only true non-conformists are in the asylums; the only radically free spirits are in the death house awaiting the chair. We live by patterns.