“[Y]ou are here to learn something. Don’t try to figure out what it is. This can be frustrating and unproductive.” LifeWisdomExistenceHellZenExistentialismFrustration Book:A Short Stay in Hell Source: A Short Stay in Hell
“Here, her hand in mine was the one reality that severed us from the cold click-clack of Hell. I rubbed her hand and she sighed; wasn’t that meaning? Wasn’t that something we could cling to? I could be with this other. I could form no other relation, but maybe her hand in mine was enough, both sufficient and necessary. In Hell there was no sense of place, because all places were the same. Uniform monotony. A place without place. A place without context. But, here, now, I could rub her hand and she would sigh. She was a difference. Perhaps each person was the only difference in all these halls of unchanging ranks of books, kiosks, clocks, and carpet, and that, and that, at least, we had to hold to.” LoveExistenceHellMeaningDifference Book:A Short Stay in Hell Source: A Short Stay in Hell
“It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn’t honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning —that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.” LoveRelationshipsExistenceDreamsMeaningExistentialismBreaking Up Book:A Short Stay in Hell Source: A Short Stay in Hell