And I knew then that there would be no telling me what he saw. I understand somehow that certain images, certain sounds, could not be shared and could not be lost.

I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

It'll be a change, " says Marcus. "Something different.""Not a mystery."Marcus laughs. "No. Not a mystery. Just a nice safe history."Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing.

...home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children. But whether tomorrow or years from now, I cannot guess.

Poisons are more my thing

I had forgotten, I suppose, that there were bright memories in amongst the dark.

As if I hadn't spent a lifetime pretending to forget.

There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.

Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing [as a nice safe history].

Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.

We arrive in the rooms tangled up in a web of complexity and confusion. Our lives are unmanageable because our minds are unmanageable.” – p. 134

Money is a never-ending problem.

A building has integrity, just as a man and just as seldom! It must be true to its own idea, have its own form, and serve its own purpose!

When you start to treat the light weights like heavy weights, the heavy weights will go up a lot easier.

Two points that are very important points to remember and ask: Is it real and does it work?

To me age is a number, just a number. Who cares?

If you wish at once to do nothing and be respectable nowadays, the best pretext is to be at work on some profound study.

I get good vibes from people. There is a thread of DNA that runs from the days that I was a young teenager to these days. It feels good to go back there.

I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected

My problem is with the warped value system our culture has. Why is it that if you knife a woman in a movie it's PG, but if you swear at her it's rated R and if you make love to her it's rated X?