The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

Chair or no chair: a binary relation. But the vicissitudes of moving the body around are infinite. You never know what a person in a chair can do.

You can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.

Perhaps all anxiety might derive from a fixation on moments - an inability to accept life as ongoing.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.