Biographies should also contain the events that failed to foreshadow.

I tend to forget that my measurement of time is designed to distract me from what’s really happening.

To write a diary is to make a series of choices about what to omit, what to forget.

There truly are two kinds of people: you and everyone else.

It isn’t so much that geniuses make it look easy; it’s that they make it look it fast.

Everything that happens is the last time it happens. We see things only as their own fatal brightness and there is nothing after that brightness.

Progress takes place in the dark, when you aren’t trying.

Think of this as a short book composed entirely of what I hoped would be a long book’s quotable passages.

What about those yogis who can lie down on a bed of nails, then arise, streaming blood, then stop the flow of blood from each wound individually with the power of their minds? Isn’t frailty often a choice?

Difficulty becomes familiar, at least, if no less difficult.