No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost suddenly appearing in the room wearing familiar perfume and boots.

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

I've come to realize that life, while being everything, is also strangely not much. Except when the light shines on it a different way and then you realize it's a lot after all!

One had to build shelters. One had to make pockets and live inside them.

I don't have a love life. I have a like life.

Nothing's a joke with me. It just all comes out like one.

All the world's a stage we're going through.