The recent Dictionary of Occupational Titles lists over twenty thousand specialized professions in America; being a millionaire is not one of them.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.

Had it been possible for me to fix the plane permanently in the sky, to defy the winds and clouds and all the forces pushing it upward and pulling it earthward, I would have willingly done so. I would have stayed in my seat with my eyes closed, all strength and passion gone, my mind as quiescent as a coat rack under a forgotten hat, and I would have remained there, timeless, unmeasured, unjudged, bothering no one, suspended forever between my past and my future.

People don’t want to be millionaires — they want to experience what they believe only millions can buy.