"some deficiency in common"

I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.

But the thing about remembering is that you don’t forget.

You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.

There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain. I was in the car. And I was glad of it. Between one point on the map and another point on the map, there was the being alone in the car in the rain. They say you are not you except in terms of relation to other people. If there weren’t any other people there wouldn’t be any you because what you do which is what you are, only has meaning in relation to other people. That is a very comforting thought when you are in the car in the rain at night alone, for then you aren’t you, and not being you or anything, you can really lie back and get some rest. It is a vacation from being you. There is only the flow of the motor under you foot spinning that frail thread of sound out of its metal guy like a spider, that filament, that nexus, which isn’t really there, between the you which you have just left in one place and the you which you will be where you get to the other place.

He heard what her eyes said to him…and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.