Consciously Cultivate The Ordinary.

The Mystery Lies In The Here And Now. The Mystery Is: What Is One To Do With Oneself? As You Get Older You Begin To Realize The Trick Time Is Playing, And That Unless You Do Something About It, The Passage Of Time Is Nothing But The Encroachment Of The Horrible Banality Of The Past On The Pure Future. The Past Devours The Future Like A Tape Recorder, Converting Pure Possibility Into Banality. The Present Is The Tape Head, The Mouth Of Time. Then Where Is The Mystery And Why Bother Kicking Through The Ashes? Because There Is A Clue In The Past.

My Mother Refused To Let Me Fail. So I Insisted.

Ignorance, If Recognized, Is Often More Fruitful Than The Appearance Of Knowledge.

Bourbon Does For Me What The Piece Of Cake Did For Proust.

Your Discovery, As Best As I Can Determine, Is That There Is An Alternative Which No One Has Hit Upon. It Is That One Finding Oneself In One Of Life's Critical Situations Need Not After All Respond In One Of The Traditional Ways. No. One May Simply Default. Pass. Do As One Pleases, Shrug, Turn On One's Heel And Leave. Exit. Why After All Need One Act Humanly?