Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.
there is something curiously dreamlike about walking through the foreign dark
We must encourage the beautiful, the useful encourages itself.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
He who is and remains true to himself and to others has the most attractive quality of the greatest talent.
It’s love that keeps the world together from the inside.
What if when you die, you wake up as an alien and your alien friend comes up to you and says “dude you’ve been tripping balls for like 5 minutes”