One thing worse than self-hatred is chiggers.

Man's deliberate destruction of his own habitat -- planet Earth -- could serve as a mighty theme for a mighty book worthy of a modern Melville or Tolstoy. But our best fictioneers confine themselves to domestic drama -- soap opera with literary trimmings.

This world may be only illusion -- but it's the only illusion we've got.

The axiom of conditioned repetition, like the binomial theorem, is nothing but a piece of insolence.

Despair leads to boredom, electronic games, computer hacking, poetry and other bad habits.

Critics are like ticks on a dog or tits on a motor: ornamental but dysfunctional.

In history-as-politics, the 'future' is that vacuum in time waiting to be filled with the antics of statesmen.