Animals are less alone with roaring than we are with all these words.

When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.

Know that although in the eternal scheme of things you are small, you are also unique and irreplaceable, as are all your fellow humans everywhere in the world.

Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have little to do.

The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.

What goes on inside isn't ever the same as what goes on outside.

Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point, or perish.