When I am near the end of a book, I have to sleep in the same room with it.
To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything.
The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference.
I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?
The past could be jettisoned . . . but seeds got carried.