Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.

I was blown up while we were eating cheese.

I might say that what amateurs call a style is usually only the unavoidable awkwardnesses in first trying to make something that has not heretofore been made.

The first draft of anything is sh*t.

We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

wonder what day god created the egg' 'how should we know? we should not question. our stay on earth is not for long. let us rejoice and believe and give thanks'. 'eat a egg