Probably in a parallel universe not far from here, I'm working for Nintendo.
She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.
I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.
Taro taught me that people respect spirit, but even cowards don't respect cowards.
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
Freedom!- is the fatuous jingle of our civilization, but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling re: what the stuff actually is.