He woke and lay in the dark and the cold and he thought of her and he thought of his brother dead in Mexico. In everything that he’d ever thought about the world and about his life in it he’d been wrong.
You can get from the noumenal to the phenomenal without stirring from your chair. In other words, nothing can be excerpted from the absolute without being rendered perceptual.
Two wrongs don’t make a riot.
They’re a pack of dimpled fuckwits and you can tell them I said so.
All reality is loss and all loss is eternal. There is no other kind. And that reality into which we inquire must first contain ourselves. And what are we? Ten percent biology and ninety percent nightrumor.
What I found that surprised me was the unbalanced enjoy a certain largesse of personal freedom increasingly abridged in the workaday world.
I hadnt known until that night that at its worst lust could be something close to anguish.
For the sharing of bread is not such a simple thing nor is its acknowledgement. Whatever thanks be given, however spoke or written down.
When he woke in the woods in.
And I woke up and as I woke up the dream began to dissolve. The dream and the story of the dream. And I knew that in the dream was an understanding that was simply a gift and it was receding in the darkness and I sat up in bed and called out after it but it simply fell to pieces in my mind.
Tutte le cose piene di grazia e bellezza che ci portiamo nel cuore hanno un’origine comune nel dolore.
You would give up your dreams in order to escape your nightmares and I would not. I think it’s a bad bargain.
I told Leonard that reality was at best a collective hunch.
Life. What can you say? It’s not for everybody.
The road to infinity may well unravel fresh rules as it goes.
There had to be a last man standing. And it wasnt the cuate in the Bronco begging for water.
They all seemed to be waiting for something. Like passengers in a halted train.
Ones convictions as to the nature of reality must also represent one’s limitations as to the perception of it.
A dimly seething rabble had coagulated within.
Such as. Do you ever think what it would be like to meet a person you’ve known for a long time for the first time in these later years? To meet them anew. You’re thinking they would be a much different person to you if you didnt know their history. Yes. How would it differ from when you first met them? That’s not it. We’re talking about them as they are now. Only with a past unknown to us.