The savage prays to a stone that he calls a god, while the Christian prays to a god he calls a spirit, and the prayers of both are equally useful.
Some people never need to let up at all.
I've dreamed about performing songs, songs that don't even exist, as a complete song.
Most of the time I wind up with a sleepily mumbled melodic line, sometimes with words, sometimes not. But then with my waking brain I have to decide whether it's worth. . . I mean, sometimes it's not worth it.
Sometimes a loss that just comes out of left field rings in a very weird way when you have actually sort of relied on this small moment with this or that person, as a moment that actually has defined something for you in your life.
I gotta make a living somehow, and make ends meet. I accept the idea of having a retirement.
I think it's become such a part of younger people's daily life to have the instant access to each other that it sometimes gets a little presumptuous. People feel like it's OK, for example, to email you with some weird personal criticism they have.
Forced worship stinks in God's nostrils
What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could've won.
There is a line from the Marina Tsvetaeva poem I'm so fond of: "In this most Christian of worlds All poets are Jews. " What she means is that writers and artists are outside the normal flow of daily life, the normal flow of society in general.