Eternity Eludes Us, Even As A Thought.

Every Parent Can Imagine The Joys Of Child Abuse.

With Age, I Have Become Both More Pious And More Shameless.

A Great Reader Seldom Recognizes His Solitude.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

Forgetting And Remembering Are Governed By Laws, But We Cannot Find Out What They Are.