People Are Going Deaf Because Music Is

Only A Literary Work That Reveals An Unknown Fragment Of Human Existence Has A Reason For Being.

Unlike The Puerile Loyalty To A Conviction, Loyalty To A Friend Is A Virtue - Perhaps The Only Virtue, The Last Remaining One.

Today We're All Alike, All Of Us Bound Together By Our Shared Apathy Toward Work. That Very Apathy Has Become A Passion. The One Great Collective Passion Of Our Time.

The Beauty Of New York Is Unintentional; It Arose Independent Of Human Design, Like A Stalagmite Cavern.

Love Is A Continual Interrogation. I Don’t Know Of A Better Definition Of Love.