As a child, I was an imaginary playmate.

The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.

This did not annoy Amanda for it had long been her theory that human beings were invented by water as a device for transporting itself from one place to another.

There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.

The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.

I could say I believe in every drop of rain that . . . Well, I believe life is a Zen koan, that is, an unsolvable riddle. But the contemplation of that riddle--even though it cannot be solved--is, in itself, transformative. And if the contemplation is of high enough quality, you can merge with the divine.

Sometimes one gets the feeling that life still thinks it's living in Paris in the '30s.