You have to make the good out of the bad because that is all you have got to make it out of.

It is human defect — to try to know oneself by the self of another.

There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage.

But for the present I would lie there and know I didn't have to get up, and feel the holy emptiness and blessed fatigue of a saint after the dark night of the soul. For God and Nothing have a lot in common. You look either one of Them straight in the eye for a second and the immediate effect on the human constitution is the same.

The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.

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

I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time.