The next suitable person you’re in a light conversation with, stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, "What’s wrong?" You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, "What do you mean?" You say, "Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?" And he’ll look stunned and say, "How did you know?" He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.

My worst character flaw that I’m conscious of is that I tend to think my way into circles instead of resolving anything. It’s paralyzing and boring for people around me.

Most of the problems in my life have to do with my confusing what I want with what I need.

We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?