In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

As I grew older, I understood that instructions came with this voice. What were these instructions? The instructions were never to lament casually. And if one is to express the great inevitable defeat that awaits us all, it must be done within the strict confines of dignity and beauty.

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

What [Prozac] does is completely annihilate the sexual drive, so the question of passion hardly arises.

God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot. Magic never died. God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened. Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled.