I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening.
Completely confused as to who the real criminals were in this case, the jury had voted to wash their hands of everybody and they let him off. That had been the meaning of the conversation I'd had with...
There's so much goop inside of us, man, he said, and it all just wants to get out.
Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges. but I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, a...
Once in a while I lie there, as the television runs, and I read something wild and ancient from one of several collections of folktales I own. Apples that summon sea maidens, eggs that fulfill any wis...
I’m telling you it’s cold inside the body that is not the body,lonesome behind the face
I note that I've lived longer in the past now, than I can expect to live in the future. I have more to remember than I have to look forward to. Memory fades, not much of the past stays, and I wouldn't...
How could I tell you about it? It was a dream. It didn’t make any fucking sense, man. But I do remember it.
Everybody’s got a mean side. Just don’t feed it till it grows.
And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons.
All the modern verse plays, they're terrible they're mostly about the poetry. It's more important that the play is first.
Eventually these encounters forced him to acknowledge the reality of fate, and the truth inherent in things of the imagination.
[G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on his life.
You can’t burgulate a forgotten, empty house, he said, horrified at my stupidity.
War is ninety percent myth anyway, isn’t it? In order to prosecute our own wars we raise them to the level of human sacrifice, don’t we, and we constantly invoke our God. It’s got to be about somethin...
Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or ou...
Though simple and obvious as an act of art, the drawing portrayed the silly, helpless tendency of fundamental things to get way off course and turn into nonsense, illustrated the church's grotesque pe...
This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience and wetness of water. Whether it comes to you in a...
The woman hurt me. She looked so soft and perfect, like a mannequin made of flesh, flesh all the way through.
The three of us had formed a group based on something erroneous, some basic misunderstanding that hadn’t yet come to light, and so we kept on in one another’s company, going to bars and having convers...