Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.
I’m a writer who simply can’t know what I’m writing about until the writing lets me discover it. In a sense, my writing process embraces the gapped nature of my memory process, leaping across spaces that represent all I’ve lost and establishing fresh patterns within all that remains.
My first love was, and remains, manual labor; sowing and harvesting, the pastures, the flock, and the cattle.
Desire then is the invasion of the whole self by the wish, which, as it invades, sets going more and more of the psychical processes; but at the same time, so long as it remains desire, does not succeed in getting possession of the self.
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.
Putting prize-fighting altogether aside as one of the unavoidable evils attending on this manly exercise, the inestimable value of boxing as a training, discipline, and development of boys and young men remains.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.
Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time.