Dying--shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?

When you get born your father and mother lost something out of themselves, and they are going to bust a ham trying to get it back, and you are it. They know they can't get it all back but they will get as big a chunk out of you as they can.

Perhaps he had to be close in order to keep a reason for the things he did. To make the things he did be themselves Life. And not merely a delightful exercise of technical skill which man had been able to achieve because he, of all the animals, had a fine thumb. Which is nonsense, for whatever you live is Life.

A symbol serves to combine heart and intellect.

What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm.

You don’t choose a story, it chooses you.

Reality is not a function of the event as event, but of the relationship of that event to past, and future, events.