“I like getting older, I feel like I’m aging into my personality.”
“In short, I am out of my depth when I think of New York. I wrestle with the morning fruit juices, the national Scotch and soda and its relationship to romance, the girls in taxis and their secret, fleeting acts of love, the excessive luxury and bad taste reflected even in the stupefying neckties, the anti-Semitism and the love of animals– this last extending from the gorillas in the Bronx Zoo to the protozoa in the Museum of Natural History–the funeral parlors where death and the dead are made up at top speed (“Die, and leave the rest to us”), the barber shops where you can get a shave at three in the morning, the temperature that swings from hot to cold in two hours, the subway that reminds you of Sing Sing prison, ads filled with clouds of smiles proclaiming from every wall that life is not tragic, cemeteries in flower beneath the gasworks, the beauty of the girls and the ugliness of the old men; the tens of thousands of musical-comedy generals and admirals stationed at the apartment entrances, some to whistle for green, red, and yellow taxis that look like beetles, others to open the door for you, and finally the ones who go up and down all over town like multicolored Cartesian drivers in elevators fifty stories high …
… but yes, of course, I loved the mornings and the evenings of New York. I loved New York, with that powerful love that sometimes leaves you full of uncertainties and hatred: sometimes one needs exile. And then the very smell of New York rain tracks you down in the heart of the most harmonious and familiar towns, to remind you there is at least one place of deliverance in the world, where you, together with a whole people and for as long as you want, can finally lose yourself forever.”
“All my sleepless nights,
I put into a quiet word.”
“The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.”
“Man’s task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.”
“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on.”
This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.”
“According to Buddhism, the antidote for aggression is patience. Patience is not based on gritting our teeth and stubbornly waiting for the day when all this will somehow be over. It is more about softening our hard attitude and loosening our tight agenda whenever we notice them.”