“She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She'd remain outside the public sector. She'd be an anarchist, she'd travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself ...”

“Imagination only fails us in the end, when the stories we tell ourselves have to stop.”

“Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve hopelessly he writes in the hope that he might serve not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace which knows us.A writer ...”

“There was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel further...”

“hThere was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel furthe...”

“You have never seen such animals as these who without a sound or a sign carry you off. You race with them across the long familiar ground that in that moment seems so glorious, so charged with beau...”

“Your purpose is to remember your purpose”

“The moment we decide our purpose is to win is the moment we lose.”

“You're either living on purpose or living accidentally, so live ON purpose WITH purpose!”

“I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always...”

“And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness...”

“Like the medieval cartographers of Europe, who felt one would fall into endless space at the edges of the oceans of their maps, we fear the presumed nothingness of no-self. Fortunately, there have ...”

“Without meaningful work you might as well be dead.”

“One redeeming feature of human beings is that we must work to sustain our survival. Working attaches people to reality; it creates a survival identity, and provides structure to our life. Work prov...”

“What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.”