I removed the freeway from its temporal context. Overpasses, cloverleafs, exit ramps took on the personality of Mayan ruins for me. Without destination, without cessation, my run was often silent and empty; there were no increments, no arbitrary graduations reducing time to functional units. I abstracted and purified.

When life demands more of people than they demand of life - as is ordinarily the case - what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death

Love is the ultimate outlaw.

we've produced a generation of spiritual panhandlers, begging for coins of wisdom, banging like bums on every closed door...if an old man moves into a shack or a cave and lets his beard grow, people will flock from miles around just to read his "no trespassing" sign

A lot of aspiring writers are all ready to write a novel, but they don't know how to write sentences.

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

I am cheerful. I don't know if I'm happy. There is a difference, you know.