Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.

Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.

Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real?

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.