“Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?--”

“What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.”

“But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do”

“It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.”

“What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.”

“No matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.”

“This world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is.”