The Temple of My Familiar

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

Helped are those who are content to be themselves; they will never lack mystery in their lives and the joys of self-discovery will be constant.

What you hope for, you also fear.

Some people don't understand that it is the nature of the eye to have seen forever, and the nature of the mind to recall anything that was ever known.

Resist the temptation to think what afflicts you is peculiar to you. Have faith that what is in your consciousness can be communicated to the consciousness of all. And is, in many cases, already there.

Helped are those who forgive; their reward shall be forgetfulness of every evil done to them. It will be in their power, therefore, to envision the new Earth. -----“The Gospel According to Shug

Too much respect for people who are not respectful to you is a sure sign of insecurity.

Keep in mind always the present you are constructing. It should be the future you want.

The life of my people is to remember forever; each head granary is full. The life of your people is to forget: your thing granaries ("museums"), and not yourselves, are full.

Life is very different when you have a good friend. I've seen people without special friends, close friends. Other men, especially. For some reason men don't often make and keep friends. This is a real tragedy, I think, because in a way, without a tight male friend, you never really are able to see yourself.

Perhaps this is simply the way it is with writers. It's when they don't see you that you matter. Because then you can belong to them in a way that permits them complete possession. You are determined by them. You are controlled. You are, generally speaking, exaggerated.

I’m mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can’t even bring themselves to talk.