Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Habit is a great deadener.

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.