Weak thoughts, weak desires: he felt their force.

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

A story? No. No stories, never again.

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.

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.

Children who are resilient often have an appearance of a Teflon coating: nothing seems to faze these children.

When we are driven by ego and a relentless need to succeed, it’s easy to blindly neglect the relationships, self-care and truth that will create joy and authentic fulfillment in our lives.

It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.

It is impossible to believe anything into existence. The gospel did not come into being because men believed it...The fact always precedes the faith.

Always seek to excel yourself. Put yourself in competition with yourself each day. Each morning look back upon your work of yesterday and then try to beat it

Writing a really general parser is a major but different undertaking, by far the hardest points being sensitivity to context and resolution of ambiguity.

My God, how can anyone ever be a master of music?

If you wander with open eyes and simple curiosity, you'll discover a much richer pleasure - the simple feeling of possibility that hums from every direction as you move from place to place.

We were taught instead of just reading about life we needed to go out and live it.

I have infinite capacity to do more work as long as you don't mind that my quality approaches zero.