I’ve thought myself out of happinessone one million times, but never once into it.
I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
Or maybe what he fears is just the opposite: that nobody is looking; that his death, like his life, is without purpose; that there is neither greater good nor evil – only people living and dying because their bodies function and then do not; that the universe is a rip.
That’s the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!
Oh,′ she said. ‘I have never seen a Jew before. Can I see his horns?
To try to live.
The room was filled with conversations we weren’t having.
She would say to him, “But you are no priest.” And he would say, “I am today.” And she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love.
But I knew that there couldn’t be pockets that enormous. In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.
In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.
I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning.
Another reason it would be a good invention is that there are so many times when you know you’re feeling a lot of something, but you don’t know what the something is.
Is this why you think you are chosen by God, because only you can understand the funnies that you make about yourself?
Life overflows with imperfections, but some matter more than others.
I am very simple to enchant.
No one fired a pistol to mark the start of the race to the bottom. The earth just tilted and everyone slid into the hole.
Sea horses have complicated routines for courtship, and tend to mate under full moons, making musical sounds while doing so.
There was nothing, which would have been unfortunate, unless nothing was a clue. Was nothing a clue?
There are more places you haven’t heard of then you’re heard of!′ I loved that.
He shrugged his shoulders, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I loved that.