Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can’t feel grief unless you’ve had love before it - grief is the final outcome of love, because it’s love lost. […] It’s the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Grief is the awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. That’s what death is, the great loneliness.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

The unconscious is selective, when it learns what to listen for.

The day came. The wrath descended. Sin, guilt, and retribution? The manic psychoses of those entities we referred to as states, institutions, systems - the powers, the thrones, the dominations - the things which perpetually merge with men and emerge from them? Our darkness, externalized and visible? However you look upon these matters, the critical point was reached. The wrath descended.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.

You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing to give your love to.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.