When people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can’t think of a higher honor for a writer.

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

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.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats