Information Is The Religion Of The Modern

Language Is The Net That Holds Thought Trapped Within A Particular Culture. But If One Could Only Strike The Ball With Sufficient Force, With Perfect Timing, It Would Perhaps Break Through The Netting, Continue On Its Course, Never Fall To Earth, But Go Into Orbit Around The World.

Whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Scream Of Jet Engines Rises To A Crescendo On The Runways Of The World. Every Second, Somewhere Or Other, A Plane Touches Down, With A Puff Of Smoke From Scorched Tyre Rubber, Or Rises In The Air, Leaving A Smear Of Black Fumes Dissolving In Its Wake. From Space, The Earth Might Look To A Fanciful Eye Like A Huge Carousel, With Planes Instead Of Horses Spinning Round Its Circumference, Up And Down, Up And Down. Whhheeeeeeeeeee!

I Never Did Like Working Out - It Bears The Same Relationship To Real Sport As Masturbation Does To Real Sex

Perhaps That's What We're All Looking For - Desire Undiluted By Habit.

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another