Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

People can only be found in what they do.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.

Complaints about reality are immature.