God has a way of giving by the cartloads to those who give away by shovelfuls.
My limited experience of such things told me that you get closest to the truth by not giving it advance warning that you're coming after it.
You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live. Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.
You have to accept gifts occasionally, because there are some things you can’t give yourself
Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun again.
Being truly aimless is like being dead. It may even be the same thing, or worse. It is the aimless who find the wrong roads, and drive down them, simply because they have nowhere else to go.
When a writer with a voice as good as Richard Christian Matheson's tells you something, you have no choice but to listen. In THE RITUAL OF ILLUSION the voices are legion, and the gaps between their testimonies drag us closer to understanding the darkly beating heart of all our, ephemeral, transfixing dreams. Dark, subtle, horrifically funny.
It's hard for young people to understand when you tell them how great relationships are.
I guess if you're that thin and that small you don't need to take up too much space or breathe that much air. You just keep on going.
If the newspapers of a country are filled with good news, the jails of that country will be filled with good people.
All musicians are subconsciously mathematicians.