But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

People who want to find a place of rest, want to find an integrated personality, sense of self, want fewer fractures in their lives.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

It's rarely talked about, but hunting for sport is just about as vile as we humans get.

We shouldn't be intimidated by someone else's idea of perfection if it will prevent us from taking steps we actively want to take.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.