The brain heals the past like an injury.

The famous are balloons far up in the sky, to be envied for their quiet freedom or shot down as enemies.

Flight Reservation Systems decide whether or not you exist. If your information isn't in their database, then you simply don't get to go anywhere.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

Few of us can easily surrender our belief that society must somehow make sense. The thought that the State has lost its mind and is punishing so many innocent people is intolerable. And so the evidence has to be internally denied.

Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?