I had my autograph down by the age of 13. I used to sign it everywhere.
Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, don’t we secretly clasp each other’s hands?
So, it comes to pass that, when we pursue an inquiry beyond a certain depth, we step out of the field of psychological categories and enter the sphere of the ultimate mysteries of life. The floorboards of the soul, to which we try to penetrate, fan open and reveal the starry firmament.
There are things than cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely trying to occur, they are checking whether the ground of reality can carry them. And they quickly withdraw, fearing to loose their integrity in the frailty of realization.
Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.
One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness.
Could it be that time is too narrow for all events? Could it happen that all the seats within time might have been sold? Worried, we run along the train of events, preparing ourselves for the journey.
I was walking down fifth avenue today and I found a wallet, and I was gonna keep it, rather than return it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.
I did a lot of drugs. I didn't do multiple drugs, but I overindulged in whatever drug of choice.
Innovation is the specific instrument of entrepreneurship. The act that endows resources with a new capacity to create wealth.
If our opinions rest upon solid ground, those who attack them do not make us angry, but themselves ridiculous.