I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.

I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.

How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.

It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.

What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.

In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.

I have been standing on the side of life, watching it float by. I want to swim in the river. I want to feel the current. -Loving Frank