The wisest man knows he know nothing.

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.

The wisest man knows he know nothing.

Terrible errors are rarely made all at once. Usually they are performed one small misstep at a time.

Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.

I believe it was the great ogre philosopher Gary who observed that complexity is, generally speaking, an illusion of conscious desire. All things exist in as simple a form as necessity dictates. When a thing is labeled 'complex,' that's just a roundabout way of saying you're not observant enough to understand it.

All coincidences are Odd. That's what makes them coincidences.