If the whole universe can be found in our own body and mind, this is where we need to make our inquires. We all have the answers within ourselves, we just have not got in touch with them yet. The potential of finding the truth within requires faith in ourselves.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.
Know thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
Just friends, just friends. Standing there in the bookstore, watching Seth walk away, I half wondered how anyone could still use that line. But I knew why, of course. It was used because people still believed it. Or at least they wanted to.
It takes a huge investment in introspection to learn that the thirty or more hours spent βstudyingβ the news last month neither had any predictive ability during your activities of that month nor did it impact your current knowledge of the world.
Everything in modern city life is calculated to keep man from entering into himself and thinking about spiritual things. Even with the best of intentions a spiritual man finds himself exhausted and deadened and debased by the constant noise of machines and loudspeakers, the dead air and the glaring lights of offices and shops, the everlasting suggestion of advertising and propaganda. The whole mechanism of modern life is geared for a flight from God and from the spirit into the wilderness of neurosis.
What is reading but silent conversation.
Books are those faithful mirrors that reflect to our mind the minds of sages and heroes.
Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.
Music is my form of cleansing and introspection, so I have to grow in order to accomplish it.
When I do comedy, I lose all inhibition and introspection. I no longer care.
