Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it and wait until the wind changes.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.