All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.

There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.

We are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness is the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

we are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. but we cannot just walk into the cavern and look around. most of what we think we know about our minds is pseudo-knowledge. we are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.