The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.
Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish.
Maybe not having time to think is not having the wish to think.
Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.
Orange and speckled and fluted nudibranchs slide gracefully over the rocks, their skirts waving like the dresses of Spanish dancers.
His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.