“Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance.            *I abjure advice-giver.”

“then the voice in my head said WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS REVOLT AGAINST IT WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE ”

“up or down from the infinite C E N T E RB R I M M I N G at the winking rim of timethe voice in my head saidLOVE IS THE DISTANCEBETWEEN YOU AND WHAT YOU LOVE”

“drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,within       I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns”

“The law is that youmust livein the house you have built.The law is absurd: it iswritten down nowhere.You are uncertain what crimeis, though each life writhing toelude what it has madefeels like punishment.”

“But being is making; not only large things, a family, a book, a business; but the shape we give this afternoon, a conversation between friends, a meal.”

“What takes place in me stays there.”