I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.

Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.

An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.

It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.

A novelist needs to know his own strong points and weak points.

If, by happiness, you mean the absence of adversity I and all fabricants are the happiest stratum in corpocracy as genomicists insist. However, if happiness means the conquest of adversity or a sense of purpose, or the xercise of one’s will to power, then of all Nea So Copros’s slaves we surely are the most miserable.

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.