I suffer from a spiritual malaise which manifests itself in outbursts of vicious rage.

Since we are not permitted to act, we are obliged to know.

I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

I just wrote what I felt like writing since they seemed to sell.

A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.

It is useless, after all, to complain against inexorable reality.

Somebody else's ignorance is bliss.