Perhaps we all reappear, perhaps all our lives are impositions one on another.
Truth is, I just shrug and soldier on. As kind as I am, as well-meaning and helpful as I try to be, I have no feelings finally, for good or ill. In the depths of my being, no matter what happens, I am...
19. I wrote in my notebook that even if all the possible scientific questions are answered, our problem is still not touched at all.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
Somehow he had catapulted himself beyond the world's value system. But this very fact lay upon him an awesome responsibility to maintain the illusions of other men.
I knew he was unreliable, but he was fun to be with. He was a child’s ideal companion, full of surprises and happy animal energy. He enjoyed food and drink. He liked to try new things. He brought home...
Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.
The experience of experience is untransmittable.
I'm Homer, the blind brother.
9.01 Nausea catalogs the indigestible contents of the stomach that are to be brought up.9.02 Memory that is nauseating catalogs the contents of the mind that can never be brought up.
Morgan had ordered a light lunch. They did not say much as they dined without other
I take the position that true faith is not a supersessional knowledge. It cannot discard the intellect.
Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing.
Ever since this day I have dreamt sometimes... I, a street rat in my soul, dream even now... that if it were possible to life this littered, paved Manhattan from the earth... and all its torn and drip...
You have to know someone to want to kill him.
Happiness consists of living in the dailiness of life and not knowing how happy you are. True happiness comes of not knowing you're happy.
Poems have ideas. The ideas of poems come out of their emotions and their emotions are carried on images.
It proposed that human beings, by the act of making witness, warranted times and places for their existence other than the time and place they were living through.
IS IT SO TERRIBLE NOT TO KEEP THE MATTER IN MY HEART, TO GET THE MATTER OUT OF MY HEART, TO EMPTY MY HEART OF THIS MATTER? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH MY HEART?
Communists have no respect for people, only for positions.