I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

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

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

Take by surprise and the world gives up resistance.

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath

A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.