“Everything is a metaphor for everything else.”

“One of the few times in a man's life when he is not full of shit!!The morning of a colonoscopy. Enough said!”

“Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?”

“Everything began with a single breath. A light wind that started a sway, and the sway started a turn, and the turn... The turn started everything.”

“You don't begin to live, until you've lost everything... I've lost everything three or four times. A perfect place to start.”

“For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.”

“His own life suddenly seemed repellently formal. Whom did he know or what did he know and whom did he love? Sitting on the stump under the burden of his father's death and even the mortality inherent in the dying, wildly colored canopy of leaves, he somehow understood that life was only what one did every day.... Nothing was like anything else, including himself, and everything was changing all of the time. He knew he couldn't perceive the change because he was changing too, along with everything else.(from the novella, The Man Who Gave Up His Name)”