Let's enjoy the aimless days while we still can.

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.

History was not a matter of missing minutes on the tape. I did not stand helpless before it. I hewed to the texture of collected knowledge, took faith from the solid and availing stuff of our experience. Even if we believe that history is a workwheel powered by human blood -- read the speeches of Mussolini -- at least we've known the thing together. A single narrative sweep, not ten thousand wisps of disinformation. (82)

Just because it's on the radio doesn't mean we have to suspend belief in the evidence of our senses.

What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all be left. Because I am here and where. And I will go or not or never. And I have seen what I will see. If I am where I will be. Because nothing comes between me.