I have an idea that most of all he is running away from love, because it's too big and too demanding. He's running away from us--from you, from me, from his sister, from himself, too. Who wants to be himself, who wants to be so little, and so captured and limited?

The order I found was the order of disorder

If you give to a thief he cannot steal from you, and he is no longer a thief.

What can I tell you, except the stupid little I know?

It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

I care so much about everything that I care about nothing.

I have never received a telephone call that justified the excitement and fuss of the electronics involved. If I can't see somebody I love, for instance, such as a daughter, or a son, I would rather receive a letter.