I write because I love doing it.
The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.
Whitney Houston was a laser beam. . . She always gave me better than what I asked for in the studio
This is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out.
You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't.
Don't do what you're taught to do, do what you love to do.
The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day. That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.
There is no need to be dismayed if love sometimes follows torturous ways. Grace has the power to make straight the paths of human love.
No one really likes Switzerland, except those who prefer cleanliness to life.
Those who practice Love have neither Religion or Status.
The foolish reject what they see, not what they think; the wise reject what they think, not what they see.