Authority allows two roles: the torturer and the tortured. Twists people into joyless mannequins that fear and hate, while culture plunges into the abyss.

A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?

There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

There's been a growing dissatisfaction and distrust with the conventional publishing industry, in that you tend to have a lot of formerly reputable imprints now owned by big conglomerates.

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him... [from Macbeth]