Yes, I'm nervous. You'll find in time most people are. They simply learn better how to disguise it, and sometimes, if they're wise, how to use their anxiety to serve the public good.

We are loping sequences of chemical conversions, acting ourselves converted. We are twists of genes acting ourselves twisted; we are wicks of burning neuroses acting ourselves wicked. And nothing to be done about it. And nothing to be done about it.

Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience.

Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.