The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion. God is the self projected onto reality by our natural and necessary optimism. He is the not-me personified.

The muttered hint, "Remember, you have a stroke here," freezes my joints like a blast from Siberia.

That's the trouble with caring about anybody, you begin to feel overprotective. Then you begin to feel crowded.

I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.

Love makes the air light.

Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face. As soon as one is aware of being somebody, to be watched and listened to with extra interest, input ceases, and the performer goes blind and deaf in his over-animation. One can either see or be seen.

...but with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it will be the grave itself.