Stop worrying about growing old. And think about growing up.

What I would really love to happen to me would be if I came upon an idea that would keep me busy until I die so I wouldn't have to go through the business of thinking up a new book. But I wouldn't mind writing a long book which is going to occupy me for the rest of my life.

The secret to living in the rush of the world with a minimum of pain is to get as many people as possible to string along with your delusions; the trick to living alone up here, away from all agitating entanglements, allurements, and expectations, apart especially from one's own intensity, is to organize the silence, to think of its mountaintop plenitude as capital, silence as wealth exponentially increasing. The encircling silence as your chosen source of advantage and your only intimate.

Unless one is inordinately fond of subordination, one is always at war.

People are unjust to anger - it can be enlivening and a lot of fun.

Being in the dark from sentence to sentence is what convinces me to go on.

I turn sentences around. That's my life. I write a sentence and then I turn it around. Then I look at it and turn it around again.