There's No Need To Build A Labyrinth

When You Reach My Age, You Realize You Couldn't Have Done Things Very Much Better Or Much Worse Than You Did Them In The First Place.

What Will Die With Me When I Die, What Pathetic Or Fragile Form Will The World Lose?

Reality May Avoid The Obligation To Be Interesting, But ... Hypotheses May Not.

I Cannot Sleep Unless I Am Surrounded By Books.

We Are Our Memory, We Are That Chimerical Museum Of Shifting Shapes, That Pile Of Broken Mirrors.