Intelligence In Isolation Turns To Aimless Marauding.

Writing About An Idea Frees Me Of It. Thinking About It Is A Circle Of Repetitions.

Reading A Great Book Causes Jolts And Frights.

Death Is Always There, Just Beneath The Surface.

Great Talkers Are Trying To Fill The Gap Between Themselves And Others, But Only Widen It.

Spirituality Now Wanders From Sex To Drugs To Art To Revolution To Violence--whatever Seems To Promise Deliverance From The Quotidian.