God, That Checkroom Of Our Dreams.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

We Bestow On Others Praise In Which We Do Not Believe, On Condition That In Return They Bestow Upon Us Praise In Which We Do.

Prerequisite For Rereadability In Books: That They Be Forgettable.

A Few Great Minds Are Enough To Endow Humanity With Monstrous Power, But A Few Great Hearts Are Not Enough To Make Us Worthy Of Using It.

The Books One Has Written In The Past Have Two Surprises In Store: One Couldn't Write Them Again, And Wouldn't Want To.