I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and among those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

Smell is a very animal thing, almost reptilian, where the more cerebral things like reading less so.

It was the day my grandmother exploded.

My gratitude extends beyond the limits of my capacity to express it.

I held my crotch, closed my eyes and repeated my secret catechism.

Any theory which causes solipsism to seem just as likely an explanation for the phenomena it seeks to describe ought to be held in the utmost suspicion.

Reason shapes the future, but superstition infects the present.