Humans live in a pit of cheating, exploiting, hurting, incarcerating. Every time, the species wastes some part of what it could be. This waste is poisonous.

Science devises ever bloodier means of war until humanity's powers of destruction overcome our powers of creation and our civilisation drives itself to extinction.

Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.

clocks in disagreement are worse than no clock at all.

Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.

We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.

If swans weren't real myths'd make up.