Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.

You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.

Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.

Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.

She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn't as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth.

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.