Why doesn't she want me? The sun is rising now, but it is 93, 000, 000 miles away and I can't get warm... She won't be cold. She has the sun inside her.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.

The future was always before you. That was kind of the point of the future.

You are not broken.Someone who did not love you, convinced you, you are...

A coxcomb is one whom simpletons believe to be a man of merit.

I love coloring books. I keep some by my bed.

[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch, The stone unhewn and cold, Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.

I tell my children to avoid theatre and go into cinema and TV.

Ventilation is the profound secret of existence.

I never understood redemption when I was young. Even before I was an atheist, I always thought with the prodigal son, "well, why's he getting the special treatment?"