To bless thine enemy is a good way to satisfy thy vanity.

We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world. We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false.

Don't talk unless you can improve the silence.

A writer - and, I believe, generally all persons - must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.

He constructed a vast labyrinthine of periods, made impassable by the piling-up of clauses upon clauses-clauses in which oversight and bad grammar seemed manifestations of disdain.

What I'm really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.