The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!

I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.

...for she soars with the wildest hyperbole when not tagging after the most pedestrian dictum.

Everything he said should be followed by a big sic

One is always at home in one's past...

In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.

Falling in love slowly is like awakening one morning to find that the sun has risen in the west.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing, the caliber of a bullet, teething beads.

What one really wants is attracted by one, and one is attracted by what one wants.

It's not brave to do something that doesn't scare you.

It is always so much easier to be moral than it is to be spiritual.

The key to hitting is just plain working at it. Work, that's the real secret.

All mystical experience is coincidence; and vice versa, of course.

The future of healthcare security should include flexibility from the federal government to allow us to serve the state's most vulnerable citizens.