Perpetual Presence of the Sublime

If you're on your second life, Don't think you're on your first.

Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

What is flirtatiousness but an argument that life must go on and on and on?

We are here for no purpose, unless we can invent one. Of that I am sure. The human condition in an exploding universe would not have been altered one iota if, rather than live as I have, I had done nothing but carry a rubber ice-cream cone from closet to closet for sixty years.

All happiness is religious, I have to think sometimes.

'We may have to be rich, even though we don't want to be,' I remember telling her somewhere in there. My son was six by then, and listening - and old enough, surely, to ponder such a paradox. Could it have made any sense to him? No.