A story? No. No stories, never again.

Express only that which cannot be expressed. Leave it unexpressed)

But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on.

The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.

The disaster... is what escapes the very possibility of experience—it is the limit of writing. This must be repeated: the disaster de-scribes.

To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.

If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.

Weak thoughts, weak desires: he felt their force.

Lovers of painting and lovers of music are people who openly display their preference like a delectable ailment that isolates them and makes them proud.

The less manifest the work, the stronger: as though a secret law demanded it always be hidden in what it shows, thus showing what must remain hidden, only showing it, in the end, by dissimulation.

A writer never reads his work. For him, it is the unreadable, a secret, and he cannot remain face to face with it. A secret, because he is separated from it.

We're all people", he said simply. "It doesn't matter if you're two, thirty-two, or ninety-two. Everyone wants to be treated with respect. Everyone wants to feel like they matter in this world.

Winners bring reality up to their vision. Losers bring their vision down to reality.

What can we do to create shared prosperity? The answer is not to try to slow down technology. Instead of racing against the machine, we need to learn to race with the machine.

How sweet a thing it is to love and to be loved again.

I gave guitar lessons. I tried to join bands. My mom always said it was obvious that nothing was going to stop me.

The attitude, and the mind, is where it all starts.

The economy of gift, of art, is fundamentally opposed to the economy of war.

Art does not in fact prove anything. What it does do is record one of those brief times, such as we each have and then each forget, when we are allowed to understand that the Creation is whole.

I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart I've left it with you

It's never paid to bet against America.