It’s the future — I have such a terrible mistrust of the future.
What you have that other men don’t have, that will make the future is the courage of your own tenderness.
It’s our crying need to come alive and aware. Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it’s touch we’re afraid of. We’re only half-conscious, half alive.
Be tender to it, and that will be its future.
The tenderest thing you could do for them would be to give them death. They only frustrate life.
“The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.”
This is paraphrasing what was written in 1928.
washing dishes: a father’s glimpses 