There is no such thing as a 'real' representation of 'reality.' Except, perhaps, in algebraic formulae.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective.

In general, I distrust philosophy. Plato recommended chasing poets from the city; the 'great' Heidegger was a Nazi; Lukacs was a communist; and J. P. Sartre wrote: 'Any anti-communist is a dog.'

For me, the big chore is always the same: how to begin a sentence, how to continue it, how to complete it.

Life is not only full of sound and fury. It also has butterflies, flowers, art.

There is no such thing as a 'real' representation of 'reality.' Except, perhaps, in algebraic formulae.