In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.

The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.

Anything that consoles is fake.

We defend ourselves by descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.

Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

... a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people.