Charlie, you know where I am, don't you? All right, Charlie, this isn't literature. This is life. - Saul Bellow

"He didn't ask "Where will you spend eternity?" as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, "With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

Shall I run back into the desert ... and stay there until the devil has passed out of me and I am fit to meet human kind again without driving it to despair at the first look? I haven't had enough desert yet.