All The Literati Keep At Least One

An Object, After All, Is What Makes Infinity Private.

In The End, Like The Almighty Himself, We Make Everything In Our Image, For Want Of A More Reliable Model; Our Artifacts Tell More About Ourselves Than Our Confessions.

I Don't Believe In That Country Any Longer. I'm Not Interested. I'm Writing In The Language, And I Like The Language.

Life—the Way It Really Is—is A Battle Not Between Good And Bad, But Between Bad And Worse

The Eye Identifies Itself Not With The Body It Belongs To But With The Object Of Its Attention.