All The Literati Keep At Least One

The Real History Of Consciousness Starts With One's First Lie.

What I Like About Cities Is That Everything Is King Size, The Beauty And The Ugliness.

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

Life Is A Game With Many Rules But No Referee. One Learns How To Play It More By Watching It Than By Consulting Any Book, Including The Holy Book. Small Wonder, Then, That So Many Play Dirty, That So Few Win, That So Many Lose.

Boredom Is Your Window On The Properties Of Time That One Tends To Ignore To The Likely Peril Of One's Mental Equilibrium. It Is Your Window On Time's Infinity. Once This Window Opens, Don't Try To Shut It; On The Contrary, Throw It Wide Open.