It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.

I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

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

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

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.