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

Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.

Most of the literary classics are worth reading, if you've nothing better to do.

Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

By the age of forty, a man is responsible for his face. And his fate.

There are circumstances in which suicide presents a viable option; a workable alternative; the only sensible solution.

Platitude: a statement that denies by implication what it explicitly affirms.