I dreamt of you last night - as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.

Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...

What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?.

I have come to the conclusion that politics are too serious a matter to be left to the politicians.

Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated

It is important to have a certain amount of solitude just to clear your circuits. You will find that you can be very happy just being by yourself. Go to new places. It will cleanse your spirit.

I am reading "The Yellow Birds" by Kevin Powers and "Redeployment" by Phil Klay . Both Powers and Klay are Iraq War vets. Klay's stories are remarkable.

One cold wintry day in London, I was dreaming about salad nicoise—one of my favorites.

No man was ever great by imitation.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

I don't know how people can fake whole relationships... I can't even fake a hello to somebody I don't like