There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.
Everybody has a world, and that world is completely hidden until we begin to inquire. As soon as we do, that entire world opens to us and yields itself. And you see how full and complex it is.
Post-modernism is dead because it didn't address human needs.
It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.
What some people interpret as brooding melancholy is serenity. I don't feel required to grasp all the time.