There are times when the most practical thing is to lie down.
It is a joy to be choked with thought.
The ocean was waiting with grand and bitter provocations, as if it invited you to think how deep it was, how much colder than your blood or saltier, or to outguess it, to tell which were its feints or passes and which its real intentions, meaning business.
Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.
How should I know why! I didn't invent human beings, Iggy.
Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities.