Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.

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

One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.

Real worship involves waiting.

Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.

Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.