So my life is a point-counterpoint, a kind of fugue, and a falling away–and everything winds up being lost to me, and everything falls into oblivion, or into the hands of the other man.

I have no way of knowing whether the events that I am about to narrate are effects or causes.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.

To think is to ignore the differences, to generalize, to abstract.

In enlightenment, the seer and the seen disappear. Or, more accurately, are seen through as illusions. In reality, they were never there, apart from being concept and misunderstanding.

Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.

I think writing is really about a journey of understanding. So you take something that seems very far away, and the more you write about it, the more you travel into it, and you see it from within.

If you have a dream, only share it with those that are going to support you. Walk toward it on a daily basis and don't let anyone's doubting or negativity throw you off your path.

While the faculty of sensation is dependent upon the body, mind is separable from it

They that crouch to those who are above them, always trample on those who are below them.

Helmer: "Before all else you are a wife and a mother." Nora: "That I no longer believe. I believe that before all else I am a human being."

Go somewhere. Do something. How can you stay in one spot when the world is so big

A voice can also repel, infuriate or actually make a listener ill.

It is important to have friends we can trust. But it is essential to trust the Lord, who never lets us down.