One can only worry so much, however; then one becomes philosophical. I suppose philosophy is merely sublimated worry. - Paul Bowles

How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

He could not feel at ease with gourmets and hedonists; they were a hostile species.

...It is far more sinful to pray irregularly than not to pray at all.