If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear.

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.