I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

Besides, my life is a catastrophe. It's a catastrophe to be without a voice.

If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.