This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.

Younger people have greatest fears. Why is that? Because they don't know the plot. They don't know their own individual plot... they don't know what's going to happen to them.

It's in Macbeth: "The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon." I seldom have occasion to pull it out, but it's ready and waiting!

The problem with meditating is I generally go to sleep, and that's because I'm doing it wrong.

Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.

How easy it is, treachery. You just slide into it.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.