Maybe most people were fundamentally contradictory. The real people at any rate.

Meditation... dissolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

To some extent, Seattle remains a frontier metropolis, a place where people can experiment with their lives, and change and grow and make things happen.

I'm an outlaw, not a philosopher, but I know this much: there's meaning in everything, all things are connected, and a good champagne is a drink.' Bernard began to sing again. Timidly, Leigh-Cheri joined in. Between verses, they opened another bottle. The popping of its cork echoed throughout the great stone chamber. Of the three billion people on earth, only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri heard the popping of the cork and its echoes. Only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri passed out under the tablecloth.

John Irving once told me he doesn't start a novel until he knows the last sentence. I said, 'My God, Irving, isn't that like working in a factory?'

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