“Brains are like sponges...If allowed to become moist too long, they become moldy”
“Like a White Russian drinking tea in Paris, marooned in the twentieth century, I wander back, try to regain hose distant pathways; I become too maudlin, lose myself. Weep...I sit in the chair and ooze like a sponge.”
“And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.”
“Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.”
“I'd never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member.”
“He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.”