Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.

I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

For there was a conspiracy of dullness in the world, a universal plan to shut out the resurgences of spirit which might interfere with clockwork. Better to keep your elevation unseen until it is higher than strangers' hands can reach to pull you down to their level.