Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.
Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.
Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.
I believe the structure of 'House of Leaves' is far more difficult to explain than it is to read. And while I'd like to lay claim to some extraordinary act of originality, truth is I'm only taking advantage of capabilities inherent in everyone.
Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.
Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.