Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.

Certainly within any decadent period, you would probably find the purest expressions of conviction, and I do not see that in many of the people I know.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

He hated the men floating in sleep in the big stone houses. Because their lives were ordered and their rooms tidy. Because they got up every morning and did their public work. Because they weren't going to dynamite their factories and have naked parties in the fire.

We all need that experience of forgetting who you are. Forgetting who you are is such a delicious experience and so frightening that we're in this conflicted predicament.

I've never thought of myself as a religious person.