You can’t burgulate a forgotten, empty house, he said, horrified at my stupidity.
Supposedly she’d died, but here she was again–somewhat changed, but you couldn’t kill her. Not when the truest part of her hadn’t even been born.
Sloth kept him in bed awhile. Restlessness drove him downstairs to the tiny court behind his kitchen, where the sun made more mist. Under its warmth everything gave off ghosts. They work from the bric...
Meaning can’t change from person to person, and still be true
Like all men you have a religion - at least a way of looking at yourself and the universe both at once, which is all I'd hope a religion to be...
Generally the closest I ever came to wondering about the meaning of it all was to consider that I must be the victim of a joke.
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...
But come to California. Come to these canyons if you want to be driven by sacredness into the air. If you dream of the true, clear silences, if you want those silences to sing - come to California.
Eventually these encounters forced him to acknowledge the reality of fate, and the truth inherent in things of the imagination.
You bury a friend—that gives you an enemy. It calls you more deeply into the cause. Then the time comes when you kill a friend. And that might drive you away. It can also have the opposite result—to d...
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...
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...
There's so much goop inside of us, man, he said, and it all just wants to get out.
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...
The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce Nurse, I sobbed. She poured doubles like an angel, right up to the lip of a cocktail...
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...
Now Van Ness claimed already to have died, more than once, in various other universes. Who can refute that? Is there any proof otherwise? Imagine a slight revision in Nietzsche’s myth of eternal retur...
I’m telling you it’s cold inside the body that is not the body,lonesome behind the face
I’d thought something was required of me, but I hadn’t wanted to find out what it was.
It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.