Even when we know things, sometimes it takes words to make them concrete.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled towards absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks.

I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another.

Even when we know things, sometimes it takes words to make them concrete.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

Consistency is the sign of a narrow mind.