Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.

I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

The taste of rain -- Why kneel?

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.