The truth is that the heroism of your childhood entertainments was not true valor. It was theatre. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all--all designed to appear heroic, to excite and gratify and audience. Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality--there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand?Here is the truth--actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested.

This is nourishing, redemptive we become less alone inside.

she committed suicide by putting her extremities down the garbage disposal-first one arm and then, kind of miraculously if you think about it, the other arm.

TV's "real" agenda is to be "liked," because if you like what you're seeing, you'll stay tuned. TV is completely unabashed about this; it's its sole raison.

The individual's right to pursue his own vision of the best ration of pleasure to pain: utterly sacrosanct.

You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.

The reader becomes God, for all textual purposes. I see your eyes glazing over, so I'll hush.