Hear the Wind Sing

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

All the same, writing honestly is very difficult. The more I try to be honest, the farther my words sink into darkness.

Ascribing meaning to life is a piece of cake compared to actually living it.

I kept asking myself, how could you just float there not doing anything when I was suffering?

Pinball (1973)

The world awaiting him out there was just too big, too powerful; there seemed to be no place where he could burrow into it.

My face and my soul were lifeless shells, of no significance to anyone.

Now I had a rare moment alone, and I still couldn't get a handle on how to deal with myself.

All we can perceive is this moment we call the present, and even this moment is nothing more than what passes through us.

Pinball leads to nowhere. The only result is a glowing replay light. Replay, replay, replay - it makes you think the whole aim of the game is to achieve a form of eternity.

The goal of pinball is self-transformation, not self-expression.