No man can write who is not first a humanitarian

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it.

It's the most satisfying occupation man has discovered yet, because you never can quite do it as well as you want to, so there's always something to wake up tomorrow morning to do.

Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.

Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid.

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.