I'm not a great deep political thinker.

Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

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.

I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.

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

The better organized the state, the duller its humanity.